paroles de chanson Count For Nothing - Royce da 5'9"
"Count
For
Nothing"
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all
been
frontin
Without
a
ounce
of
thuggin
You
go
against
me,
you
too
can
count
for
nothin
I'm
the
king
of
the
backpackers
This
T-bone
contact
to
any
wack
rapper
It's
biometric
how
I
wet
ya
My
dialect's
an
entire
weapon,
it's
set
to
just
fire
reckless
BLAP!
Like
{"one-two"}
guns
swoop
In
the
same
booth
the
federales
tryin
to
run
through
Like,
like
{"three-four"}
we
raw
Me
and
Vishis
tradin
like
a
triple
beam
seesaw
I'm
a
veteran,
the
mac-11
the
pump
You
could
name
whoever
you
want
Wayne...
Yay...
Jay
Hahaha,
I'm
just
playin
wit
'em...
I
keep
the
{"four-five"}
on
my
hip
You
take
me
serious
then
I
might
trip
About
{"seven-eight"}
niggaz
and
die
Feelin
some
type
of
way
I
figure
it's
pride
I'm
the
right-on
truth
And
that's
right,
I'm
even
plottin
on
my
own
crew
Joey...
Crooked...
Ortiz
Slaughterhouse!
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all
been
frontin
(uh-huh)
Without
a
ounce
of
thuggin
You
go
against
me,
you
too
can
count
for
nothin
Like
{"One,
two"}
like
{"three"}
like
Ha
ha,
you
{"two"}
can
- count
for
nothin
(Woo!)
I'm
what
choice
is
to
option
Royce
to
hip-hop
is
what,
Mike
Buffer's
voice
to
boxing
(Let's
get
ready
to
rumbllllle!)
Yes,
it's
a
couple
dope
dealers
Somewhere
that
got
rich
livin
the
shit
that
I
spit
(me!)
I
don't
re-enact
nigga,
I
illuminate
I
know
every
point
what
I
count
like
a
Q\u0026A
It
ain't
a
arm
when
it's
tucked
in
my
box
Since
it's
Lindsay
Lohan,
niggaz
call
me
Fire
Crotch
I'm
seein
clear
like
a
MyBot
I
drop
my
coupe,
black
shoes,
black
Noob
Saibot
I
spit
fire
like
Izod,
why
not
Cause
sho'
'nuff
I'm
glowin
like
Thai
mock
And
y'all
cryin
like
babies
over
the
net
I
should
call
you
niggaz
Lady
Gaga
I
call,
"You
and
Em
need
to
get
together
Y'all
need
each
other
Nickel
Shady
blah
blah!"
If
I
die
I'ma
leave
heat
I'ma
leave
the
sun
behind,
I'm
tryin
to
repeat
Don't
try
to
ban
the
drummer
He's
an
(Animal)
and
you
can
be
a
random
number,
uh
(ohh!)
(Ahh)
I
put
the
gun
to
lames
Eeny-miny
Motown,
play
the
numbers
game
Five
shots
on
my
block
Is
like
for
once
I
see
like
my
pops
is
Cyclops
With
both
eyes
I
see
you
got
no
sides
Bring
it
to
your
Chippendale
neck
with
the
bowties
...
All
you
stand
Grab
a
bitch
ass
like
"Aye,"
call
me
OJ
Da
Juiceman
...
I
get
away
with
murder
That
Johnny
Rocket
in
my
pocket
with
my
favorite
burger
I'm
tryin
to
shake
it
like
a
Polaroid
They
said
I
couldn't
do
it
twice,
call
me
Soulja
Boy
I
said
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