Royce Da 5'9" - Warriors lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Slaughterhouse (Joe Budden, Crooked I, Joell Ortiz))</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Intro:]</i><br>
Check the scene, pappas<br>
Slaughterhouse, still standin<br>
There was a murder last night<br>
and the shit didn't really sit right with me<br>
So I had to tell a story<br>
Ohhhhhhhhh baby!<br>
Blood on the walls, {?}<br>
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<i>[Joe Budden]</i><br>
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years<br>
Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air<br>
Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah<br>
Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair<br>
I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot<br>
All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock<br>
They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock<br>
Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock<br>
I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot<br>
John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot<br>
You listenin to hip-hop's finest<br>
You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this<br>
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<i>[Joell Ortiz]</i><br>
I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz<br>
But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper<br>
I say that to say this<br>
Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber<br>
Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha<br>
Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter<br>
I'm not a made-up character<br>
That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures<br>
And however I gotta feed 'em I will<br>
All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will<br>
Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill<br>
Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real<br>
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<i>[Crooked I]</i><br>
Fuck you blood-suckin parasites<br>
I'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sight<br>
You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes<br>
I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs<br>
I'm Eric Wright, I'm (Ruthless), I terrorize<br>
You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit<br>
I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform<br>
On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar<br>
What they don't know it's a secret war<br>
inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born!<br>
And the desert eagle is "mi amor"<br>
She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore<br>
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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless<br>
Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store<br>
Don't be comparin us to rappers<br>
Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM!<br>
Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing<br>
You niggaz is butter in front a FUCKIN machete swing<br>
Motherfucker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon<br>
Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon<br>
Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch<br>
Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!)<br>
We notorious, pushin them Porsches<br>
Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors<br>
<br>
<i>[Interlude:]</i><br>
Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis<br>
Royce, slow down baby<br>
<br>
<i>[Joe Budden]</i><br>
This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)<br>
A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs<br>
They know when that raw shit get recorded<br>
Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit<br>
Of course it's the bosses, actin like officers<br>
Runnin in these corporate offices<br>
Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is<br>
Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is<br>
Cause the V need like a thousand horses<br>
Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit<br>
It's Jumpoff! He be the best<br>
Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS<br>
It's they fault nigga<br>
<br>
<i>[Joell Ortiz]</i><br>
Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands<br>
Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam<br>
Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man<br>
Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam<br>
My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band<br>
And what I release from my diaphragm<br>
sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman<br>
Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam<br>
When I die they will retire my entire hand<br>
for years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can<br>
I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious<br>
And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious<br>
<br>
<i>[Crooked I]</i><br>
I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I<br>
Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly<br>
I'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik"<br>
They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die"<br>
Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices<br>
My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices<br>
All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest<br>
Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis<br>
Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm (Tougher Than Leather-face)<br>
Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist<br>
It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons<br>
The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place<br>
<br>
<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray<br>
Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray<br>
They don't know they one flow, one medic away<br>
From bein taken away from here in the leaded state<br>
I handle all of my serious issues with metal<br>
I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil<br>
I'm skippin the pick and the shovel<br>
I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level<br>
Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement<br>
like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)<br>
But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST<br>
I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse G<br>
BOOM!<br>
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