I’m the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin..
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I’m as live as it gets
Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne
Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they +Dead Wrong+
My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dawgs
I’ll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, “Can’t we all just get along”
You get blazed when the mic’s off, shot when it’s on
You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I’d probably rap circles around
I’m the next best to reach a peak formerly known
as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it
[Hook – 2X]
(Boom!)
Somebody better duck or (RUN)
Somebody better (Watch out cuz he’s bout to blow up)
“Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!” “..Royce 5’9”
I’m a motherfuckin star, I don’t battle no mo’
I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show
We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot
Steppin around all ya punches like, “That’s all you got?”
Everyday I’m meetin somebody and all of they peeps
Quick to shake a nigga’s hand and show me all of they teeth
And these bitches I be pattin they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them
Or since I’m down with Slim that I sound like him
Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell
And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
My advice quit talking it’s over
I was knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y’all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
Niggaz say I found God with the flow
Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show
Ain’t a nigga touching mines
When you listen to my shit – you don’t chew, you don’t breathe,
you’ll miss a fucking line
Every time I spit, I tick to show you it’s hot
Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box
Boom! *explosion*
I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson I unload with sick spit The quick wit could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You hear a tick tick then you testin' My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claiming they the best and they head the throne Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they "Dead Wrong" My flow is hotter than the flash from the click When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip You wind up in a room full of my doggs I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along" You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song My gun s-s-sgtutters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you Enough in the clip, to give a speech to you Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways Rap now is a circus of clowns A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known As the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it
… Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb Boom, boom, bam, goddamn royce 5'9
… Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb Boom, boom, bam, goddamn royce 5'9
… I'm a motherfuckin' star, I don't battle no mo' I provide the gun clapping a round of applause after your show We can go toe-to-toe cause they calling you hot Stepping around all your punches like, "That's all you got?" Everyday I'm meeting somebody and all of they peeps Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth And these bitches I be patting they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed looking at me, batting they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggas not as down as them Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell And say faggot shit to me like I look like L My advice quit talking it's over I was knockin' niggas out when you was knocking sticks off of their shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so called vets Niggas say I found God with the flow Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show Ain't a nigga touching mines When you listen to my shit You don't chew, you don't breathe You'll miss a fucking line Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box boom
… Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb Boom, boom, bam, godamn royce 5'9 Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb Boom, boom, bam, goddamn royce 5'9 Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb "Boom, boom, bam, godamn royce 5'9 Royce 5'9 Royce 5'9 Royce 5'9
Prhyme before Prhyme
This beat is on another track n I can't for the life of think what
detroit, salute
Embarrassed. First time I heard I this joint.
Preeemmooooo!!!!
Much respect to Gangstarr
All-time classic
Royce and preemo
Straight sick
Classic Primo beat
Sounds so good in 2023. This song is aging like fine wine
who's still listening to this and go, "What the hell?" …beat matched the spit…
Heat in hands! Blaze these clowns! I know you ducked
A different era. I miss it so much. 2001 was the perfect mix of pop rap, hardcore, gangsta, backpack and lyrical. It was perfect!
Royce was dope af back in the day
Va dope https://youtu.be/1BcS6zByrZA
me and premier we kinda the same in ways / we both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson
I unload with sick spit
The quick wit could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You hear a tick tick then you testin'
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claiming they the best and they head the throne
Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"
My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my doggs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along"
You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
My gun s-s-sgtutters when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
Enough in the clip, to give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known
As the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it
… Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Boom, boom, bam, goddamn royce 5'9
… Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Boom, boom, bam, goddamn royce 5'9
… I'm a motherfuckin' star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the gun clapping a round of applause after your show
We can go toe-to-toe cause they calling you hot
Stepping around all your punches like, "That's all you got?"
Everyday I'm meeting somebody and all of they peeps
Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth
And these bitches I be patting they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed looking at me, batting they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggas not as down as them
Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him
Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell
And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
My advice quit talking it's over
I was knockin' niggas out when you was knocking sticks off of their shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
Niggas say I found God with the flow
Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show
Ain't a nigga touching mines
When you listen to my shit
You don't chew, you don't breathe
You'll miss a fucking line
Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot
Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box boom
… Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Boom, boom, bam, godamn royce 5'9
Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Boom, boom, bam, goddamn royce 5'9
Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
"Boom, boom, bam, godamn royce 5'9
Royce 5'9
Royce 5'9
Royce 5'9
Dope
Premier's beats hit so hard
Hit Em n Boom 12 is one of the best twelves…editing this. Ty for upload
Não dá pra ouvir essa música sem lembrar do Emicida batalhando com a negra Rê…
after cult members from citizen schools reported me for listening to this Song they'd decided to pretend Royce da 59 was some sort of 9 year old child
rolon
This is his best song hands down and this beat is amazing but DJ premier Expect nothing Less He's the best
Ev'ry body claim to be the best since Big's been gone, if you ask me, I'll say they "dead wrong" It's a metaphor. Only Legends can decode it.
1…2…3…Boom!
One of the greatest tracks in Hip-Hop history!