Note: This is the video version of the song. I'll soon have
thealbum version ready.*ticking sounds*Uh!Boom! Boom! Boom!tick
tick tick, yeah! 5'9'' uh...Yo...I'm the
verbal spit Smith WessonI unload with a sick spit that quick
wick to split asplit-secondBomb with a lit wick expressionYou
here a tick tick when you testing...My saliva and spit can split
thread into fiber and bitsSo trust me, I'm as live as it
getsEverybody clamin the best and head the throneSince B.I.G is
goneIf you ask me, they Dead WrongMy flow is hotter than the
flash from the clickWhen the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass
from the clipWined up in a room full of my dogsI have you feelin
like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogsSo come come nowGet
pissed on, shitted onTough talk turns into "Can't we all
just get along?"You get blazed when the mic's off, shot
when it's onYou probably ducked when they laid the gun shot
in your songMy gun strrr-utters when it speeks to youUtter shit
to repeat to youNothing to clip then give a speak you youMe and
Premier, we kinda the same in waysWe both speak with our hands
in dangerous waysRap now is a circus of clownsA whole lot of lip
from clicks I'll probably rap circles aroundI'm the
next best to reach youPeak formely known as the best kept
secretI guess that I just leaked it...Chorus:Boom!Somebody
better duck or runSomebody better (huch up this spot to blow,
oh)Royce 5'9''I'm a motherfuckin starI
don't battle no mo'I provide the guns clappin around
of applause after the showWe can go toe-to-toe cuz ain't
callin you hotSteppin around all you punches like "That's
all you got?"Everyday I'm meetin somebody and all of they
peepsQuick to shake a niggas hand and show me all of they
teethAnd these bitches I'll be patting their asses so stay
??Dumb and goggle-eyed lookin at me, batting their lashesRappers
think Detroit niggas not as down as themOr since that I'm
down with Slim that I sound like himQuick to judge me and tell
me that my hook might sellAnd say faggot shit to me like "I look
like L"My advice, quit talkin, it's overI was knockin niggas
out while you were knockinStick off their shouldersI got dirt
done in my past, I know y'all sweatI got regrets older than
some of you so-called vetsNiggas say I found God with the
followBring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to
theshowAin't a nigga touchin minesWhen you listen to my shit
you don't chew, you don't breathe,You don't miss a
fuckin lineEverytime I spit, I tick to show you it hotLeave me in
the deck too long I blow up your boxBoom!Royce
5'9''ChorusRoyce...5'9''Reporter:
Recording line from station 37, we got a ?? namedRoyce da
5'9'' who has a bomb planted in him. It can blow
up inany second...Royce 5...*explosion**ticking sounds*
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