2010 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] My name is Royce da 5'9" I wanna introduce to y'all my lil' homie Tyga My homie Kuniva And my girl Diamond It's going down! [Verse 1: Tyga] Ugh, you could try to hit me with the napalm I'm already Smokey and you're more Faizon Big Worm, bet five she put her lips on On my wood, 'cause I'm three-ball None of y'all hook, ugh, Nate Dogg (Woo!) Silencers, gold, gold chains and Goyard So you tatted up—now you me? Ha, great job Y'all buffoonery, clowns with they face drawn I got the recipe, now, I cook the Raekwon Ugh, too much makeup, that's a muddy face I don't chase bitches, ugh, I chase cake I don't eat beef, but I heart steak All my prey in the air, now, I say my grace Sheesh! They don't want [?] Wanna get away? Don't run from me I'm getting money, y'all rollerblading on the beach It's Young Money, Cash Money, free Weezy [Verse 2: Kuniva] Yo, it's D12, I will backslap her and you The toolie tucked with the gators and the foreign suit I'll take your moms out to dinner, and I'm scoring, too We the pack of niggas Mel Gibson was referring to I gotta shine like the jewelry on Mr. T I'm drunk holding up the line at Mickey D's The dice game, I hit the point, then, I get the cheese My style's furious like the father of [?] My cannons go, when they blow, open sesame These small battle-rap clowns never step to me You want views; I want mils, no Stephanie And I'ma get it—take that to the bank, bow! Steady P (Woo!) Since Proof left, that part of my mind's gone You talking slick like an oiled-up iPhone With eight million sold, yeah, I'm in rhyme mode I'm the only one that's fly from the No Fly Zone (Woo!) [Verse 3: Diamond] Yeah, fresh off maternity leave with no stitches Nine months off to birth you broke bitches Whip game sick, my flow is so vicious Pit off the leash my bite is so vicious Y'all fictitious, name just irrelevant I'm the real deal, y'all just surrogates (Mmm) And they wonder why I'm so arrogant 'Cause I'm a mouse in the room full of elephants 32 flavors, pussy so tasteful Pussy so good, make a nigga be faithful Y'all should just thank me, all y'all mimic me I raised you bitches, all y'all Mini-Mes Marc Jacobs, Mac makeup I cut checks while these chicks get checks cut Gonorrhea flow, so the shit can burn Show my ass off, Montana Fishburne [Verse 4: Royce da 5'9"] The day I stop droppin' the hotness Will be the day I'm driving in a Datsun With 50 Tyson and Antoine Dodson My Wikipedia: First rapper to make MediaTakeOut For taking out someone from the media I'm somethin' they wanna censor, something that comes from inward Makes me wanna call Dr. Laura, Mel Gibson and Doggy The Bounty Hunter "a bunch of N-Words" I gotta admit it, I'm kinda corrupt He's a machine till I wire him up I make his whole damn team transform like Shia Labouf Rappers can be talkin' about who's hotter Tryin' to get Montana Fishburne fame I make him Cube's father Watch me, I'm comin' I got a baby Cannon on me that's bigger than the one that Mariah got in her stomach After me, there will be no more The black Phantom got the all-black Fantasia Barrino doors Yeahhhh