[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah (M-I-C), yeah, yeah

Royce Da 5'9"]
My arms are heavy, knees weak, palms are sweaty
Niggas want to see me gone already (uh)
From this song on to song, you bout to be swept away
Yesterday is long gone (uh)
I took some time, to redefine my style
I, kept my cool, summers behind the clouds (uh)
You lames can't put me in the same category as a rookie
Nope, my name ain't new
Rappers can't push me, as high as I can
Push myself, you not inspiring (uh)
The stolen spot is open, I chose to not, listen
And I don't even know what's hot or we dissing
Or who's consistent or who's nice or not
Who's on top, or who's wife is sniffing (oh)
Or who's melting soon, to be failing
All I know is the way, the streets felt bout "Boom"

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Regardless, nigga pump yo brakes
Ya car is moving fast, we will lump your face (yeah)
Regardless, me and Cash will come
And take yo ass away far, nigga don't play (uh)
Regardless, the M-I-see
We kicking ass and taking names, you can't ID (uh)
Regardless, me and Tre is coming
Out to play wit you today, it's curfew

[Royce Da 5'9"]
D-Elite! we coming wit the lighting and thunder
Under the rain, to pump it, you need a jeep! (uh)
You need at least some speakers, while ya glued
To ya seat, from cruising, while I creep through ya system
I'm gon' be heard, as God is my word
Delivering the kind of murder, koch don't deserve
The real will cop it, every label in the world
Look out for me, I will kill yo roster
(Yeah, yeah) I will shut this shit down!
And on top of that, I could fuck yo bitch now
It's hard to believe, that Columbia couldn't market me
To do numbers like D-12 at least!
I played myself, for radio play
I never dance, but the skill it self, is a second chance (yeah)
I'm back wit two's by me, start the beef
I'm bout to part these streets, like "Bruce Almighty" (uh)

[Chorus]

Writer : MONTGOMERY, RYAN / BROADY, CARLOS
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.