) It might be the career (Yo) It might be on the stage (Yo) It might be in the street (Yo) But the people come to me (Why?) They come to me for the
My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo' Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
that's the residency Consist in currency, my pockets never empty Some cats, believe they M C, but we know they all fraud Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud Nobody
beard But let me tell you now your talking to a grown ass man I put some shit in your head to fill your stomach to head You don't believe me well it
old liquor store To grab me a bottle of that old funky wine I'm gonna drink it all by myself Ain't nobody's business but mine Whew Catch me drinking
you live Above it, it means you a free hip hopper, you ain't nobody's puppet You don't see no money on me, you see it up in the cupboard You see me
bring him when I walk Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigot spinal
see a problem with buckin' me Blew my motherfuckin' head off my shoulders Didn't say nothin', get buck buckin' But I got say, I made it home in a heart beat Nobody
? What? You tricked me, that's right, we tricked you You tricked me, what you thought You tricked me You knew I was on to you, how? Ha, ha, don't make me
me I got a vendetta. Comin' to get it whether weed or money whateva. Nobody said it was gonna be easy. People decieve me and leave me in the dark and
started Hog style Records My niggaz wanted me to ride Hell yeah I'm down, Tecca Nina's on both sides Hog style's like fuck 'em, 'cuz they didn't believe
venom And have him chillin' and drilling me from the night to the morn' Baby, you gotta be taking over me, part of me, pardon me After he got me in the
' ya crew, Say what you wanna say, I'ma Real, Niggas so give me ya dollar bill, Takin' away from me, I'ma kill, Givin' it to me, and I'ma chill, Can't nobody
on DNA Plasmic My style is phantasmagoric Roaming 'round like a vagabond Creeping through forest Nobody notice I'm inside when you invite me You wanna slice me Well bring it on somebody try me
callin your homies Up on it and you callin for help But nobodys there Now I'mt he suspect of a bloodbath And I left him dead 'cause nobody cares
a handle my bussiness on these triflin' streets My rifle keeps My mind at ease at all times Along with a blunt helps commit all crimes My style brangin' the whole, put me
phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me" Calm down ma, easy, easy Talk greasy, please me, get my man wheezy Still rock ellesses, to squeeze appease me
' My style is hard like cancer without mccorman I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it My styles like aids cause don't nobody want it Niggas
