Текст песни Malcom X - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
[Royce
talking]yo,
yo,
this
is
a
J-dogg
exclusive
D-12,
worst
fucking
rap
group
ever
(You
ready?)
Royce
Da
5'9"
would
like
to
apologize
to
the
family
of
my
homeboy
Bugz
For
lettin'
that
line
leak
out
the
radio,
It
was
a
long
story
how
it
happened
D-12
though,
y'all
better
quit
actin'
like
that
wadn't
my
man
too
Like
I
was
tryna
disrespect
him
or
somethin',
I
was
tryna
disrespect
y'all
'Cause
that's
what
I'm
doin'
(gun-loading
sound)
from
here
on
'n
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*)
I'm
Malcolm
X
now
haha,
we
gon'
see
who
goin,
I
ain't
goin
nowhere
motherfucker
We
gon'
see,
e'rybody
who
against
me,
nigga
I'm
mad
(BITCH)
Haha,
yeah,
there's
only
one
problem
Everytime
you
motherfuckers
breathe
on
the
mic
It's
a
motherfuckin'
lie
nigga,
nobody
believes
you
(*echoes*)
We
gon'
beat
yo'
ass
DOWN
(2x)
Y'all
niggaz
sound
like
y'all
write
y'all
rhymes
with
Motherfuckin'
crayons,
BITCHES
[Royce
Da
5'9"]Yeah,
what
rap
crew
I
gotta
snatch
Up
out
the
game
(bitch)
Who
must
I
smack
for
sayin
my
name?
Somebody
gon'
die,
it's
probably
YOU
You
couldn't
fit
Bizarre's
body
in
my
shoes
Niggaz
quick
to
talk
all
hood
'til
I
pop
up
Plus,
you
just
act
tough
cause
Suge
got
locked
up
I
am
above
y'all,
when
you
droppin
your
raps
to
diss
me
I
only
recognize
the
top
of
your
hats
And
I
don't
like
Proof
punk-ass,
he
think
he
tough
He
keep
thirty
niggaz
with
him,
cause
he
weak
as
fuck!
I
ever
catch
you
by
yourself,
I'ma
fuck
you
up
Snatch
your
little
cheap-ass
chain
and
piece
you
up
You
better
hope
you
and
the
white
boy
keep
in
touch
And
be
a
good
little
hype
man,
or
your
lease
is
up
Since
Slim
signed
50,
I
don't
see
your
teeth
as
much
That's
good,
cause
you
got
a
grill
like
a
fuckin
truck!
DAMN
HOMIE,
it's
history,
over,
hang
it
up
Go
somewhere
and
hang
up
some
50
posters,
PUNK
You
speak
you
late,
y'all
prolly
gon'
go
up
to
them
awards
And
get
yo'
ass
whooped
by
B2K
I
just
wish
Eminem
would
stop
tellin'
everybody
he
ain't
speakin'
to
me
Like
I'm
one
of
his
hoes
or
somethin'
How
'bout
this,
I
ain't
speakin
to
you,
chump
And
I'ma
keep
pickin
on
your
weak
ass
crew
You,
BITCH,
Bizarre
you
a
fat
stutterin
fuck
You
a
joke,
I
choke
whoever
buttered
you
up
I've
been
ridin
by
your
house,
you
don't
come
out
too
much
You
hidin,
when
I
find
you
I'ma
snatch
you
out
of
that
front
And
tie
your
fat
stankin
ass
to
your
couch
and
just
FEED
YOU,
you
already
look
like
you
about
to
bust
Nigga
you
can
run
or
hide;
I'll
be
on
your
porch
With
a
cheeseburger
tryin
to
lure
you
outside!
'Cause
he's
in
it,
Bizarre
say
G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I
bet
you
throw
some
extra
"g's"
in
it
Just
like
a
stutterin'
fool
can't
reach
intelligence
He
sweats
when
he
raps,
'cause
he
got
a
speach
impediment
You,
BITCH,
Porky's
pig
and
Porky's
tomb
About
to
dig
his
own
grave
with
a
fork
and
spoon
You,
BITCH,
Denaun
and
Swifty
please
Give
it
a
year,
both
a
y'all
be
rakin'
50's
leaves
What
do
I
know,
that
other
nigga
y'all
got
in
your
group
I
don't
even
know
his
name,
but
he
can
shovel
my
snow
You,
BITCH,
let's
face
it
I
gave
it
to
y'all
My
lil'
sister
got
six
puppies
that's
braver
than
y'all
(barking
sounds)
Niggaz
is
startin'
the
beef
I'm
'bout
to
end
with
the
quickness
I'm
'bout
to
end
this
quicker
than
Bizarre
can
finish
a
biscuit
Quicker
than
quick
shit,
y'all
ain't
felt
the
half
Quicker
than
Eminem
can
pinch
Elton's
ass
Don't
call
me,
I
ain't
ready
to
squash
it
yet,
kiss
my
ASS
I
don't
wanna
talk
to
Hex,
I
am
so
sick
I
should
be
compared
to
cancer
Y'all
throw
up
your
dukes
and
don't
swing
like
Fred
G.?
Sanford
I
be
makin'
motherfuckers
scratch
they
heads
when
I
rhyme
Y'all
lil'
niggaz
scratch
ya
heads
then
rhyme,
go
play;
You
lil
punk
ass
niggaz,
y'all
can
scream
and
yell
all
you
want
I
feel
like
I'm
battlin'
Keenan
& Kel
You,
BITCH,
none
o'
y'all
can
put
in
the
card
to
kenell
Paul
better
call
me,
like
he
called
Benzino
Matter
o'
fact,
I
might
even
do
a
song
with
Ray
Sign
with
Murder
Inc.
and
hit
you
with
a
song
again
We
gon'
beat
yo'
ass
DOWN
(4x)
[Royce
talking]I
don't
even
want
you
lil'
punks
to
think
I'm
mad
Y'all
lil'
niggaz
are
Ninja
Turtles,
you're
nothing
Nothin',
you
not
on
my
level,
I
will
beat
yo
boss's
ass
nigga
Tre
Little,
bring
it
on
[Tre
Little]Tre
Little,
the
baby
gorrilla,
I'm
just
that
guy
I'm
5'6",
got
stacked
lines,
shit
that
high,
I'm
ridin'
FUCK
you
and
your
commercial
appeal
I
turn
yo'
head
into
blue
'n
yellow
Purple
Hills
I
bet
you
whatever
that
nobody
beats
my
family
Eminem,
Nelly
said
that
he'll
eat
you
like
candy
What
did
you
do,
got
on
the
phone
and
called
him
up
You
don't
wanna
talk
to
Royce,
but
you
talk
to
Puff
You,
BITCH,
yo'
crew
some
local
hoes
I
hit
you
harder
than
that
white
girl
that
broke
your
nose
You
and
Royce
can
squash
this
with
one
talk
Step
around
from
your
security
and
talk
to
that
man
I
understand
you
backin'
yo'
crew,
but
this
my
brother
Anythin'
that
happen
to
him,
somethin'
gonna
happen
to
you
And
I
don't
give
a
fuck
for
that,
nigga,
I'll
do
life
I
advise
you
to
stop;
yo'
money
don't
buy
you
stripes
Only
thing
that
money
brings
is
fake
niggaz
and
problems
Followed
by
niggaz
who
hate
fake
niggaz
and
rob
'em
But
you
niggaz
is
WACK;
Denaun
I'ma
stab
you
So
many
times,
I'ma
feel
bad
when
you
collapse!
You
niggaz
is
so
BITCH
you
make
me
sick
to
my
stomach
Every
beat
that
you
ever
made
sound
like
it
was
missin'
somethin'
Timbaland
lookin'
ass,
nigga,
my
style
is
realer
What
producer
you
ever
know
only
good
for
album
filler
We
gon'
beat
yo'
ass
DOWN
(2x)
[Royce
talking]You!,
Yea,
punk
ass
niggaz,
Yea
we
in
the
streets
now
too,
nigga
Big
Homie's
out
nigga,
what
up
[Tre
Little
talking]Yea
you
add
water
and
stir
ass
Motherfuckers,
what
y'all
thought
My
brother
here
ain't
have
no
backbone?
Nigga,
it's
on
when
I
see
y'all
Proof
what
the
fuck
you
thinkin'
of
nigga,
this
cash
boy
Need
the
white
boy
to
get
y'all
started
ass
niggaz
Fuck
y'all
hoes,
I
told
Royce
I
ain't
like
that
motherfucka
Faggots,
I
smack
the
shit
outta
any
one
o'
y'all
niggaz
Sell
my
bill
one
nigga
What
the
fuck
y'all
thought
nigga
y'all'll
get
bought
bitch
Street
orientated;
y'all
motherfuckers
hate
it
Learn
how
to
flow
stop
bein'
mad
y'all
bitches
Trick,
trick,
when
I
catch
yo'
bitch
ass,
yea
dude
Asked
about
cash
nigga,
you
comin'
to
yo'
doom
You'll
end
up
like
click
boom,
bitch
Rock
City
motherfucker,
regardless
Get
the
point
bitch,
or
get
the
hollows
motherfucker
It's
Cash
Flow
Bitch
Big
Homie
[Royce
Talkin]Keep
it
locked
to
KingRoyce.
Com
where
Josh
and
Ira
keep
bring
you
all
the
exclusives.
Holla.
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1 Duck Down
2 Lights Out
3 State Your Name
4 Trouble
5 We Riding
6 Make Money
7 Feels Good
8 Danger
9 King of Detroit
10 Life Goes On
11 Spit Game
12 In the Presence of Wolves
13 Heartbeat
14 Take Me Away
15 Malcom X
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