Lyrics Royce Da 5’9″ – It’s All About

Chorus 2X: Royce Da 5’9″
I fuck with niggaz that murder
They do the type of shit you ain’t heard of
Divide a nigga clique with the burner

Royce Da 5’9″
I’m like Socrates
So to assume is to make an ass out of you fast after you drop to me
Look at the word, that’s a suit, that’s what you would do
Choo-choo train handguns, do your crew
I squeeze while I’m lookin at you
Cause you made a mistake like my nigga Crooked I’s tattoo
I’m the answer — you niggaz is candy
Ya heart pump blood yet smell like a Jolly Rancher
While I’m lampin in my mansion with my private dancer
My man’s outside of your house, my hired campers
I ain’t the hardest nigga in the world
All I know is if you love me and know me you know I

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Grafh
Yup, you know I fucks with them niggaz that murder
They trigger finger’s itchy when they grippin them burners
I am not a 9-to-5’er, I don’t sit with them workers
Nigga I was flippin work while you was flippin them burgers
But I used to work in offices, now I’m the president
I’m where the Oval Office is but I don’t roll with officers
I roll with loaded cartidges, don’t know what law enforcement is
I know, I was marvelous, the road is like an orphanage
I blow and explode because I’m the arsonist, unloadin where the target is
I throw, gang signs when I pose for photographers

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Outro: Royce
Yeah (yeah)
Black Hand (Black Hand)
M.I.C. Records, Gracie Prod’
Y’all know what it is nigga
It’s Mr. Porter, from here on out
Haha, NICKEL, «Street Hop»
SLAUGHTERHOUSE! echoes