It's Over

It's Royce 5'9!! 


 Yeah, you scared ain't you? Haha 
 Relax.. it's just music 
 (It's Royce 5'9!!) 
 D-Elite, Jah 5'9, Royce 5'9 
 Cha Cha, Cut Throat, Billy Nix 
 My nigga Tre' Little, my nigga E 
 The Rock City niggaz, we in a world of our own 
 Don't you wanna come ride wit us? 
 Come ride wit us 
 Yeah, ride wit us down in Seven Mile 
 Niggaz with Rock City tattoos on they forearms 
 Niggaz throwin they sevens up wit.. 
 Detroit D tattooed on they hand 
 That's how we do.. niggaz'll die for this shit 
 Time to play.. check it out 

 Aiyyo, sit back, smoke, the joke is over, you woke 
 This is pure provoked "Murder", it's over "She Wrote" 
 I don't know how niggaz manage to sleep 
 Wake up! The clock radio done panicked the streets 
 Say somethin! I been waitin now hand me these beats 
 I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family tree 
 That'll snap - D12 first in line of the wrath, I came last 
 Bout to put my size nine and a half, in the game's ass 
  
 Once I hit the booth I swooped on niggaz like "Whoosh" 
 Two-bit niggaz, coupes, and figures we rule 
 I been viscious, dissless and from one track to the next 
 I was gangsta when rap was nothin but the hats with the X 
 I sat and watched album for album, niggaz flop 
 Niggaz went from pro-black to Italian, I was hot 
 I worked my fuckin ass off, hopin to blast off 
 Now I'ma let y'all see me, like when Ghost took his mask off 
 Give you more run for ya ones, packin a full clip 
 Rapper niggaz come witcha guns, don't bullshit 
 I'ma only give you wild shit, rap with a mild pitch 
 Only clever with that occasional style switch 
 Y'all niggaz play around on the mic, that's why I'm bout to lay it down 
 Savor they way that you soundin tonight 
 Because, I listen to y'all niggaz records on Fool's Day 
 Now crack open and bump my shit, it's Tuesday! 


 It's Royce 5'9!! 
 This nigga know he too cool 
 But don't ya know ya too smooth 
 I really love how ya do 
 It ain't no other like you 
 You better wake up, he's coming...