Royce Da 5'9" - It's All About lyrics

rate me

I fuck with niggaz that murder!

They do the type of shit you ain't heard of.

Divide a nigga clique with the burner,

It's all about ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah!

I'm like Socrates! (OH!)

So to assume is to make an ass out of you fast after you drop to me. (C'MON!)

Look at the word, that's a suit! - That's what you would do

Choo-choo train handguns, do your crew. (ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh!)

I squeeze while I'm lookin' at you

Cause you made a mistake like my nigga Crooked I's tattoo. (haha!)

I'm the answer! - You niggaz is candy,

Ya heart pump blood yet smell like a Jolly Rancher. (WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

While I'm lampin in my mansion with my private dancer

My man's outside of your house - my hired campers! (campers!)

I ain't the hardest nigga in the world

All I know is if you love me and know me you know I...

Yup! - You know I fucks with them niggaz that mur-der,

They trigger finger's itchy when they grippin' them bur-ners!

I am not a 9-to-5'er, I don't sit with them wor-kers,

Nigga I was flippin' work while you was flippin them bur-gers!

But I used to work in offices. - Now I'm the president;

I'm where the Oval Office is - but I don't roll with officers.

I roll with loaded cartidges. - Don't know what law enforcement is!

I know - I was marvelous. - The road is like an orphanage.

I blow and explode because I'm the arsonist, unloadin' where the target is.

I throw - gang signs, when I pose for photographers.

You don't know what the motto is - it's death before dishonor!

Black Hand President, I's elected before Obama. - I'da ran...

Yeah! (yeah!)

Black Hand! (Black Hand!)

M.I.C. Records! (M.I.C. Records!)

Gracie Prod'! (Gracue Prod'!)

Y'all know what it is, nigga! (y'all know what it is, nigga!)

It's Mr. Porter (It's Mr. Porter!) from here on out. (from here on out!)

Haha!

NICKEL! (NICKEL!)

"Street Hop"! ("Street Hop"!)

SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUUUUSE!