Let's Go

[Royce Da 5'9"] Huh? We the best, Twist' you at c'mere nigga Six July... c'mere Extremely hard to be the king of a city as dis A nigga that could twist like this A nigga that could rip any shit that he get Never balk and come with a metaphor like this Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this Never been a nigga that you know like dis Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin for us Never catch us catchin the bus Niggas got whips, niggas got loot Niggas got troops, got guns, got clips (what) Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring Iced out to go with the rest it seems More or less the more of the best you seen Big buzz, only rollin' with big thugs We get in clubs you know you gettin' ya shit bust Not too many ducks is goin' against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more Which ever comes first, let's go nigga [Hook - 2X] Who the fuck want what?! Who the fuck want what, want what?! [Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin [Twista] Cuz you don't want nathan from a nigga that'll open you up [Twista] You gotta send it back up when we holla [Royce Da 5'9"] One of a hundred niggas'll hate my shit Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like Never disrespect a nigga grippin the tec, it's my shit Put the flow in affect with my clique Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit Try to get slick and niggas is gettin hit You don't want that do you? It comes back to you And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit Too many willin to pin ya in rap Put a endin to that, do the math with me Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggas hittin alarms Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L I'mma forever prevail, whatever you yell It's my world, everything else, let's go nigga [Hook - 2X] {*pause*} [Royce talking *beat slowly returning*] Motown, uhh.. Chi-town.. 5'9.. Twista, let's go nigga uhh [Twista] Tell me who the fuck want what Whatchu murderous niggas is ready to make the deck go up? I could cause a scene to make you throw up Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta Let the thirty caliber anoint ya Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture Voice ya opinion if ya want to Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena Subpeona motherfuckaz like the courts do We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor We them niggas that'll come approach ya Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers We comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on And you comin with the Midwest shit? Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that shit Somebody tell me where the weed at Some niggas knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride And hit them niggas from the blindside And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9 Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off And comin off so you can bust yo' nut Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts But if yo' operation is hatin, who the fuck want what? [Hook - 4X] *beat continues then fades out*