Royce Da 5'9" - Throw Back lyrics

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(R) You niggaz can hold it (O) cause I am a throwback (Y)

I'm spillin these cold raps, cause I am a soldier (C)

You shoulda been told that (E) cause I am a throwback

I'm spillin these cold raps, you feelin the soldier

You niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback (5)

{*Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}

I'm spillin these cold raps (9) you feelin the soldier

{*Cause I'ma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it*}

Cause you niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback

{*Now if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}

I'm spillin these cold raps, I am a soldier (yeah) I.... begone

Raps wolf is BACK, to attack crooks is BACK

The slap snares, and CLAP at the tracks foot (yeah)

I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you

And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes wit dudes

Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they GO

See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers

Put the piece to ya dome, do you at peace wit the chrome

Build ya ?? eat you, and pick my teeth wit ya bones

I'm from the city of GATORS, haters I dealt wit them dudes

If you don't like me, then likely I'll make a belt wit ya shoes

Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good

Flow is sold, before any nigga rag on your hood

I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me wit them

Truest at the beginnin, and truer when it's do to your end

I'm just sellin my game, for cheddar forever

My intelligent brain, is clever when spellin my name, like

I'm back to call the advantage, have you and on bananas

And hands rep, rap +Grand Theft Auto+ mechanic

I'm bout to tighten my plugs, bout to be fightin in clubs

Ya blood might give me love, and likely highten my buzz

Ya type is simply a bitch, and fightin wit me's a risk

I might empty my clip, if the hype will get me my niche

I'm out in front of ya, guns out

Bout to knock ya fronts out, boxin about to drop without Columbia

I spit this venom myself, me independence is felt

Finish wit Slim and his help, long as he winnin I'm good

Long as I'm known as one of the most vicious

MC's spittin from the "D", low and behold and mitten

This is how I rose you bitches, Rock City chosen niggaz

We stole this, on our road to riches

I'll show you the golden picture, glow, lock

Product is fears, I'm soda pop, like Hova, Pac, and Big

I go beyond bootlegers, they slow me down, but HEY

I'm holdin my ground, long as the stolen sound should PLAY

5'9" is a winner, I speak to keep the progression

My views take you to school, my piece'll teach you a lesson

Never been deep in the streets, I can't be somethin I'm not

Test me and get to know me, I'll put you inside of a box

Chalked and signin off and, put ya hands on me now

Later they lay on ya chest, crossed inside a coffin

The .30 Caliber SHOT, who wanna take home

Where they give you wounds, you goons could put a stape on

All them hoe ass niggaz could DO, is cry wit the children

And PRAY, if I was a civilian for a day

I'd take a glance at my daddy - another me

Raise my hand on the stand like Shaggy - "It wasn't me" (yeah)

I will melt you, smell the aroma of a coma

I'm comin to get you, I will help you SPELL!

Yeah it's on, my name is Royce 5'9"

My nigga Ty Fyffe, we gone