mind of my mind Two of a kind but one won't survive Survive, survive, survive, survive, survive Survive, survive, survive, survive Reign supreme in your U N I V E R S E
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm illa rhyme spitter I am like an arms dealer I sell heat to the streets nigga C'mon Shine til I'm blind nigga Dime getter I
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 told that (E) cause
I'm on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed Sober don't interest me I'm on everything Bout to sip the liquor like
Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that nigga Joe I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe I'm up on this tape, never gonna
Yo, I can't even make a ghetto joint without even thinkin' about a chick This is hot right here Ill combination, Dru Hill, N O R E, Thugged out Millitainment
{N O R E Where my skateboarding niggas at?} I know you heard, know you heard I know you niggas heard Know you heard, know you heard I know you bitches
'lac truck, them niggas in path finders and The crime scene like N O R E N O R E People wanna scream they like N O R E N O R E Man, I'm outta' town
spanish slang) under the stairs [Black Rob] Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R heared in New York, y'all was looking for
move then I jump 'em It's like this girlfriend, I'm a keep it real Every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel I'm a Bad Boy so I'm caked up with whips
this out Got a Bombita, 4'9 Troqita C H E V R O L E T, you don't know? Forty-five player for all my oldies Forty-five double M for all them phonies
to do my thing I'm just a kid, with envisions and visions of gettin C.R.E.A.M. Ronald Reagan told me "Yo, Joey just do ya thing" Now I'm lookin back,
That's all I ever wanted dreamed of Create a mean buzz Slick C R E A M and show my team love You see us on B E T Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the
I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well,
points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift And no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
move Like Luthor Vadros, fuckin' up the west coast I'm right back up in ya when ya nut 1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but This is for the hoes that I used
bet you dream about fuckin when you be all alone But now I'm with ya, unleash emotions of ecstacy Cause you with the old school P E R V E R T (Chorus
time now... this music thing... and touring, y'know... and still... I ain't met one person that could maintain righteousness Know what I'm sayin? [Verse 1 - Tech N9