Lyrics Something's Wrong With Him - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
[Royce
Da
5'9"]
+ (6
July)
Uhh,
yeah,
my
conference
calls
with
'Los
and
Kino
Consists
of
- (Nigga
tone
it
down,
there's
way
too
much
killin)
Of
course
I
ignore
'em,
a
poor
man
talk
I
don't
give
a
fuck
if
I
throw
my
poor
fans
off
Pathetic
war
done
entered
my
brain
and
permanently
changed
me
Now
I'm
angry
so
FUCK
a
metaphor
FUCK
hip-hop,
hip-hop
sucks!
You
got,
niggaz
on
top
swingin
from
2Pac's
NUTS!
It's
like,
I
could
go
in
the
lab
And
try
to
write
somethin
that's
nice
or
bright
but
I
will
be
holdin
back
My
scripture's
in
the
dark
Deep-rooted
soldier
inside
my
soul,
uncontrollable
temper
like
"The
Hulk's"
My
wife
don't
like
my
album,
it's
way
too
dark
for
women
She
say
it
sound
like
I
hold
grudges
She
rather
listen
to
Joe
Budden's,
no
disrespect
aight?
But
FUCK
a
party
now
and
everybody
like
[Chorus:
Royce]
+ (6
July)
(What's
wrong
witchu
nigga?
Every
song
you
killin)
(Every
rhyme
you
spit
is
violently
put)
Lethal,
BUT
– I
have
no
problem
With
puttin
this
gun
down
and
beatin
yo'
ass
up
I
was
taught
rhyme
from
the
heart,
they
will
feel
you
I
like
the
dark,
you
cut
on
them
lights,
I
will
kill
you
(Something's
wrong
with
him)
[Royce
Da
5'9"]
+ (6
July)
(Just
like
his
pops
He
don't
give
a
fuck
if
you
like
him
or
not
He's
a
major
problem)
I
will
slap
yo'
ass
in
church
And
apologize
to
Jesus
later,
punk!
Why
am
I
hot
and
you
not,
and
why
is
you
rich?
And
why
I
ain't
got
SHIT
in
my
pocket
but
lint?
This
ain't
rap
no
mo',
this
not
a
flow
This
is
beef,
there's
a
couple
street
niggaz
that
got
to
go
(bloaw!)
My
name
is
Nickel
(haha)
I'm
from
the
suburbs
(yeah!)
It's
only
a
ten-minute
drive
to
come
and
get
you
(yeah)
TIRED
of
you
hoes
I
will
slap
snot
side-ways
outta
ya
nose,
PARTNAH!
(partnah!)
I
know
we
got
drama
But
I
will
still
show
up
at
your
funeral
and
hug
yo'
ugly-ass
momma
Everybody
wanna
know
why
the
flow
is
so
bad
(Why
is
you
so
mad?)
Everybody
askin
[Chorus]
[Royce
Da
5'9"]
I'm
a
natural
since
- I
wrote
"Black
Girl"
I
hope
that
you
don't
think
That
I
won't
smack
yo'
bitch
Cause
I
will
clap
her
if
she
happen
to
be
witchu,
when
I
kill
you
You
can
get
ideas,
nobody
compares
you
thugs
I
will
put
out
the
bub
on
top
of
yo'
head
This
.22
rifle,
be
shootin
them
bouncin
bullets
The
enter
into
your
head
and
exit
out
yo'
foot
Ride
off
as
soon
as
my
clip
turns,
you
click
and
{*click
click,
BOOM*}
them
choppers
is
lookin
for
eyeballs
(yeah)
You
could
bring
yo'
roughest
toughest
thug
That's
jealous
just
tell
him
to
touch
me,
I
will
fuck
him
up!
I
will
knock
his
ass
OUT
And
if
I
can't
beat
him
I
will
grab
my
heater
and
POP
his
ass!
FUCK
yo'
life,
stripes
I
will
shock
yo'
hood
And
I
ain't
never
dyin,
knock
on
wood
- whattup
'Los?
[Chorus]
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1 Intro
2 Regardless
3 Throwback
4 What I Know
5 I Promise
6 Call Me Never!
7 Hip Hop
8 Gangsta
9 T.O.D.A.Y.
10 I & Me
11 Beef
12 Bomb 1st
13 Everybody Goes
14 Death Is Certain, Part 2 (It Hurts)
15 Something's Wrong With Him
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