Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a Frankfurter For a
days niggas know how I'm on it I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga, I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga I'm a hustler don't get no bigger Queens, SouthSide
jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a
I got remote for my big day Hey, I'm A D R O C K I use a microphone like Picasso used clay Down with records from around the way Peace to Bambatta and
house and take your shit away Thought you had a friend, but I'm a nigga gettin' paid Real swift, here's a gift, comin'at you is a bullet The psychopathic
hear by the sound of the castanettes, we are off, off, off, off we are off. Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil... Land of hope, Land of
[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"] (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
'cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P L A T but first a G O L D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight
baby mommas on my dick I'm a G Never been a H.O.E. Sippin' codiene and smoking weed Rest in peace to my brother M.O.E. Disco Danny, we ridin' on 4's and
cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight
a lime out If you fallin in love, I'm ready to sign out I'm out, peace, yeah sayonara Gotta make another call, see a next chick tomorrow Cause my moms
We are the G.O.D's an' we came to rock the spot Like Ironman Starks, they be the illest MCs in the world today Cappa, Raekwon an' the R.Z.A., so listen
got hit for five years probation I got a dental appointment at two o'clock there go my gold ring Much later catch a flick or go hoeing Yo there's somethin
bust it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop Not R&B because to me that's not my style and The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul The
top Gonna' take a peek over the mountain, I flow like a fountain Peace, I gotta' go and I'm out and But before I go, wave your hands Peace to all my
My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
they cut their hands up while they cuttin' the grams up it dont hurt nigga man up see im a hustler a scrambler a gambler Your chick got a place then
scene Don't make us reneact 'Cuz I rather be layed up in [incomprehensible] with a featured actress It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right It
