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Royce Da 5'9'( Royce Da 59 )
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Count For Nothing
(*Prod. by Nottz)
[Intro:~Royce~] {'One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight'} Y'all been frontin Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin
[Royce Da 5'9':] I'm the king of the backpackers This T-bone contact to any wack rapper It's biometric how I wet ya My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless BLAP! Like {'one-two'} guns swoop In the same booth the federales tryin to run through Like, like {'three-four'} we raw Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump You could name whoever you want Wayne... Yay... Jay Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em... I keep the {'four-five'} on my hip You take me serious then I might trip About {'seven-eight'} niggaz and die Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride I'm the right-on truth And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew Joey... Crooked... Ortiz Slaughterhouse!
[Chorus: ~Royce Da 5'9'~] {'One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight'} Y'all been frontin (uh-huh) Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin Like {'One, two'} like {'three'} like Ha ha, you {'two'} can - count for nothin
[Royce Da 5'9':] (Woo!) I'm what choice is to option Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing (Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!) I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate I know every point what I count like a Q&A It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch I'm seein clear like a MyBot I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot I spit fire like Izod, why not Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock And y'all cryin like babies over the net I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga I call, 'You and Em need to get together Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!' If I die I'ma leave heat I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat Don't try to ban the drummer He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)
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[Royce Da 5'9':] (Ahh) I put the gun to lames Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game Five shots on my block is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops With both eyes I see you got no sides Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties ... All you stand Grab a bitch ass like 'Aye,' call me OJ Da Juiceman ... I get away with murder That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy I said
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