Freestyle #2

Lyrics

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" Stretch Armstrong] Five nine Uh Stretch Armstrong is now in your world Yo [Verse] I determine what time it's on I call my nigga Proof, (?) and turn him loose I'm tired of you new jacks(?) Tired of niggas sayin' they about to blow Unless you a bitch, Ion care if you about to do that Move back young sir; the Glock gon' speak Two in your vest, and turn your chest hair to taco meat This (?) continuous to (?) smash ya Flash the clip, or give ya the picta development Click clock, six shots, flows to another door And it gets hot This hip hop quotable tug of war Who did you niggas beat? You bitches(?) who made it work (uh) That shit was (*blows raspberry) I got harder (?) You get toe up and re-torn by the walkin' bomb That'll blow up, and reform Glow up, and reborn Told you I'm a star that's gon' live forever Serve a life sentence, and get out, and go to the bar So nigga take back; I gotta go to the car Back all that, I gotta throw it in park The iron'll wet ya, the Mossberg pump With the buckshot shells that'll turn a nigga into Chinese checkers I don't even start writin' 'till I'm on my third fifth That's what you get When Big Minus meets the Wordsmith Every time I go out, I cop somethin' new Every time I throw this right hand, I knock somethin' loose Who the fuck think they can see me? Might as well brought a wife(?) and tell her you're not comin' home and take it easy My guns don't shoot they woof At them sissy ass niggas tried to accidentally shoot they foot Desert Eagle too big for you bitch ass niggas Soft ass palms, can't take a kick back niggas And you wonder why they suckin' my dick And why I keep a suitcase with a hundred grand handcuffed to my wrist But while the watch'll possibly make you lose your sight, flickin' on her wrist Lookin like (?) and hazard lights blinkin' Royce Da 5'9" in this bitch 'Bout to sprinkle gunfire on any snitch Now who the fuck want it?