Текст песни Right Back - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
"To
attack
without
knowing
the
enemy's
strength
is
foolish
And
after
being
warned,
to
still
attack,
is
stupid
People
who
are
that
stupid
just
don't
deserve
to
live
But
strangely
though,
one
does
find,
people
who
are
that
stupid."
[Chorus:
Royce]
Pop
that
trunk,
get
the
K
nigga
Get
to
sprayin
nigga,
get
the
pump
nigga
Come
- RIGHT
BACK;
dump
on
a
nigga
Give
him
what
he
want
if
he
want
we'll
hunt
for
'em
all
He'll
be
- RIGHT
BACK;
it's
got
to
be
like
that
Expect
niggaz
not
to
respect
you,
kill
him
And
get
it
- RIGHT
BACK
[Royce
Da
5'9"]
For
those
that
don't
know
me
Allow
me
to
reintroduce
myself
My
name
is
(chk-chk,
BOOM)
5-9
nigga
bottom
line
is
Bye-bye
if
you
out
of
line
wit
him
Itemize
y'all
deaths
in,
chronological
order
Those
either
gon'
support
him
or
idolize
All
you
could
do
is
try
to
dodge
me
While
you
plottin
my
demise
while
I'm
tryna
rise
now
we
got
a
problem
Cause
if
I'm
surrounded,
I'm
known
To
pull
out
the
pound
and
shoot,
get
on
the
phone
And
still
come
- RIGHT
BACK
- wit
a
army
of
dudes
It's
all
true,
just
armed
with
Uzis
lookin
to
resolve
this
Good
Lord,
can
you
hear
him
callin?
They
just
still
ballin,
they
feelin
lawless,
we
kill
'em
all
If
it
costs
too
much,
we
hun-ga-ry
It
means
if
you
floss
too
much
your
gums'll
bleed
That's
why
I
don't
talk
with
chumps,
I
was
taught
to
thump
My
way
to
21
'til
I
was
taught
to
come
- RIGHT
BACK
[Chorus]
[Juan]
For
those
who
don't
know
Allow
me
to
reintroduce
myself
My
name
is
(chk-chk,
BOOM)
Juan
Corleone
Die
real
soft,
fire
in
a
while
then
he
blow
While
you
niggaz
act
raw
with
your
dawgs
'Til
revolvers
gettin
drawn,
splash
markin
the
walls
I
don't
know
but
I'm
givin
it
to
'em
Hittin
'em
brutally
with
them
Uzis
man
really
amusin
How
niggaz
duckin,
divin,
hollerin,
hidin
under
shit
Bullets
bustin,
bruisin
they
body,
barely
bouncin
shit
Like,
why
you
lookin
at
me
smirkin
nigga?
I
got
a
short
man
complex,
murk
a
nigga
Bigger
than
me,
taller
than
me,
my
squad
in
the
league
I
ride
slow
ballin
for
sheez,
all
of
you
plead
Who
wanna
test?
Keep
scrutinize
you
and
your
guys
Two
of
them
nines,
better
shoot
them
now
'less
you
wanna
die
I'm
stupid
high,
Lord
super
sized
blessin
the
dome
Huggin
some
long
John
Wayne
shit,
fuck
is
you
on?
We
comin.
[Interlude:
Royce
- having
a
conversation]
(Man
hell
naw,
that's
Royce)
Right,
what's
up
wit
it?
(Whattup
nigga,
where
you
been?)
I
been
callin
you
Somethin
must
be
wrong
with
your
phone
right?
(Yeah,
yeah,
no,
yeah)
Ohh
okay,
what's
up,
you
got
that
for
me?
(Naw,
yeah,
naw)
Naw?
Alright
well,
I'ma
get
up
outta
here
Cause
I
see
you
havin
fun
with
your
people
(Nah
shut
up
man)
Your
man
he's
a
funny
guy
and
all
that
(Yo
hold
up)
I'ma
see
you
later
(Hold
up
Royce,
hold
on)
[Kid
Vishis]
For
those
that
don't
know
me
Allow
me
to
reintroduce
myself
My
name
is
(chk-chk,
BOOM)
yeah,
Kid
Vishis
That
sick
shit,
listen,
I
hit
henchmen
From
shotgun
wit
a
shotgun,
surprised
when
pellets
flyin
And
niggaz
that
was
hatin
us
dyin
Roll
with
them
chaldeons
that
get
mad
if
you
call
them
an
A-rab
You
might
get
stabbed
for
your
antics
Stay
rude
shooters
with
Rugers,
put
the
block-a
Out
the
windows
guns
cocked
screamin
out
"Air
the
coppa!"
All
races
are
frown
faces
with
heated
ways
(yeah!)
With
somethin
in
the
trunk
that
thumpin
just
like
bass
Trust
me,
no
mics,
this
shit
gon'
get
ugly
Before
the
boys
cuff
me,
"take
that"
like
Puffy
You've
been
hexed,
squeeze
this
Tec
Shots
hittin
jugular
veins,
give
'em
taco
necks
I
rep
my
set,
Rock
City,
what
you
bet?
M.I.C.
regardless,
you
garbage
niggaz,
we
comin.
[Chorus]
![Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis - Independent's Day](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/v/s/a/j/ms3zatjasv.jpg)
1 I Owe You
2 Ride
3 Wet My Whistle
4 Politics
5 Why You Lookin' at My Dog
6 Right Back
7 Skit
8 Blow Dat
9 Chips on Pistons
10 Fuck My Brains Out
11 Independent's Day
12 Meeting of the Bosses
13 Paranoia
14 Lay It Down
15 Yeah
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