Royce Da 5'9"

Royce Da 5'9" - Count For Nothing lyrics

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<i>[Intro: Royce]</i><br>

{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}<br>

Y'all been frontin<br>

Without a ounce of thuggin<br>

You go against me, you too can count for nothin<br>

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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>

I'm the king of the backpackers<br>

This T-bone contact to any wack rapper<br>

It's biometric how I wet ya<br>

My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless<br>

BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop<br>

In the same booth the federales tryin to run through<br>

Like, like {"three-four"} we raw<br>

Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw<br>

I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump<br>

You could name whoever you want<br>

Wayne... Yay... Jay<br>

Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...<br>

I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip<br>

You take me serious then I might trip<br>

About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die<br>

Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride<br>

I'm the right-on truth<br>

And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew<br>

Joey... Crooked... Ortiz<br>

Slaughterhouse!<br>

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<i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>

{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}<br>

Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)<br>

Without a ounce of thuggin<br>

You go against me, you too can count for nothin<br>

Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like<br>

Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin<br>

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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>

(Woo!) I'm what choice is to option<br>

Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing<br>

(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers<br>

somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)<br>

I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate<br>

I know every point what I count like a Q&A<br>

It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box<br>

Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch<br>

I'm seein clear like a MyBot<br>

I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot<br>

I spit fire like Izod, why not<br>

Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock<br>

And y'all cryin like babies over the net<br>

I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga<br>

I call, "You and Em need to get together<br>

Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"<br>

If I die I'ma leave heat<br>

I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat<br>

Don't try to ban the drummer<br>

He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)<br>

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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>

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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>

(Ahh) I put the gun to lames<br>

Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game<br>

Five shots on my block<br>

is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops<br>

With both eyes I see you got no sides<br>

Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties<br>

... All you stand<br>

Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman<br>

... I get away with murder<br>

That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger<br>

I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid<br>

They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy<br>

I said<br>

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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>

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