Throw Back

[Hook - Royce Da 5'9"] (R) You niggas can hold that (O) cause I am a throwback (Y) I'm spillin these cold raps, cause I am a soldier (C) You shoulda been told that (E) cause I am a throwback I'm spillin these cold raps, you feelin the soldier You niggas could hold that, cause I am a throwback (5) {*Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it*} I'm spillin these cold raps (9) you feelin the soldier {*Cause I'mma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it*} Cause you niggas could hold that, cause I am a throwback {*Now if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it*} I'm spillin these cold raps, I am a soldier (yeah) I.... begone [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] Raps wolf is BACK, to attack hooks is BACK The slap snares, and CLAP at the tracks foot (yeah) I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes wit dudes Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they GO See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers Put the piece to ya dome, then you at piece with the chrome Peel your cap and eat you, and pick my teeth with ya bones I'm from the city of GATORS, haters I dealt wit them dudes If you don't like me, then likely I'll make a belt wit ya shoes Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good Flow is sold, before any nickle bag in your hood I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me wit them Truest at the beginnin, and truer when the studio end I'm just sellin my game, for cheddar forever My intelligent brain, is clever when spellin' my name, like [Hook] [Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"] I'm back to call the advantage, have you going bananas Enhanced rep, rap Grand Theft Auto mechanic I'm bout to tighten my plugs, bout to be fightin in clubs Ya blood might give me love, and likely highten my buzz Ya type is simply a bitch, and fightin wit me's a risk I might empty my clip, if the hype will get me my niche I'm out in front of ya, guns out Bout to knock ya fronts out, boxin about to drop without Columbia I spit this venom myself, my independence is felt Finished wit Slim and his help, long as he winnin I'm good Long as I'm known as one of the most vicious MC's spittin from the "D", low and behold the mitten This is how I rose you bitches, Rock City chosen niggas We stole this, on our road to riches I'll show you the golden picture, globe locked Product is fizz, I'm soda pop, like Hova, Pac, and Big [Hook] [Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"] I go beyond bootleggers, they slow me down, but HEY I'm holdin my ground, long as the stolen sound should PLAY 5'9" is a winner, I speak to keep the progression My views take you to school, my piece'll teach you a lesson Never been deep in the streets, I can't be somethin I'm not Test me and get to know me, I'll put you inside of a box Chalked and signin off and, put ya hands on me now Later they lay on ya chest, crossed inside a coffin The .30 Caliber SHOT, who wanna take on Where they give you wounds, you goons could put a stape on All them ho ass niggas could DO, is cry wit the children And PRAY, if I was a civilian for a day I'd take a glance at my daddy - another me Raise my hand on the stand like Shaggy - "It wasn't me" (yeah) I will melt you, smell the aroma of a coma I'm comin to get you, I will help you SPELL! [Hook] [Outro - Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah it's on, my name is Royce 5'9" My nigga Ty Fyffe, we gone {*echoes*}