paroles de chanson Let's Go (O.G. mix) - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
[Royce
Da
5'9"]
Huh?
We
the
best,
Twist'
you
at
nigga
c'mere
Sift
ya
lye.
c'mere
Extremely
hard
to
be
the
king
of
a
city
it's
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
Niggaz
got
whips,
niggaz
got
loot,
Niggaz
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?!
[Twis]
Playa
tell
me
why
you
hatin,
cuz
you
the
one
take
[Twis]
that
from
a
nigga
that'll
open
you
up
[Twis]
You
gotta
send
the
deck
up
when
we
holla
[Royce
Da
5'9"]
One
of
a
hundred
niggaz'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
niggaz
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-niggaz
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'ma
forever
prevail,
whatever
you
yell
It's
my
world,
everything
else,
c'mon
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
niggaz
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
annoint
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
niggaz
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
niggaz
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
niggaz
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*
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