I Goes In - Royce 5'9

Here they come yo

Here they come

Yeah Yeah

I ex-spits your bole

The tire you kicks is toyal

Black diamonds lookin' like tires dipped in oil

You niggas is about as fly as the wings on a parrot

If you a king I turn you into a king on a terrace

I’m sick with the fuck-a-nigga flu

Defiant as?

The Imus

These nappy headed hoes is like a science

When I got the permit to tell that bitch «perm it»

These niggas ain’t got

Nothin' up their sleeves like a tank top

Stay in the streets with you like some rain drops

Nickel can’t stop

Stick the game up

Leave them hands up

And then I flee away with Lil' Wayne’s spot

Here they come yo

Bitches in the front row

Titties out they blouses

Screamin' out that they want mo

This is that

Lights out

Bring them bikes out

White boys bring them spikes out

I goes in

Where the G’s at?

Throw your hands up

Stand up

Give me feed back

Where the G’s at?

Where them true MC’s at?

Guess who stepped through?

Royce

(He's back)

I’m a problem to these little niggas ain’t I ma?

I’m prettier than you are honey, how vein am I?

Which lane am I?

I can do whatever style

I’m a mixture between Old Jeezy & 7 Mile

Let them bow to the devil’s son, heaven’s child

I’m the present, now and naw, I ain’t tryin' to reconcile (nope)

All I’m tryin' to say is, what you been eatin'

I’m takin' til you lookin' like the '07 Kevin Liles

This a new day

But I ain’t here to shoot you up

I’m sayin', not the new Dre and I’m the new Kurupt

Machine gun flow

Run and put the two two up

Tell the label to throw the tutu on you when they suit you up

Here they come yo

Soundin' like the booth blew up

Every time I rhyme you have to come and wipe the poo poo up

This is that

Light out

Bring them bikes out

White boys bring them spikes out

I goes in

Where the G’s at?

Throw your hands up, stand up

Give me feedback

Where the G’s at?

Where the true MC’s at?

Guess who stepped through

Royce

(He's back)

A lot of speculation on a nigga’s reputation

I better state that I don’t hesitate to set it straight

D Twizzy, them my niggas I don’t ever hate

We can do a song for the cheddar date, set a date

And I ain’t never fake

Always real always feel

Sicker than whoever you feel is always ill

But I ain’t sorry, chill

I ain’t come from Sorryville

I’m from the land of banana clips and Ferrari peels

Off leavin' a cloud of smoke the child is dope

The man is crack and I’m demandin' my advantage back (yes)

And it’s that simple

Your man is back sinful

My bitch icey, nicety as Janet Jack Central

Here they come yo

Drum roll

Only one flow

Son know

And it’s the reason you don’t want «Whoa»

This is that lights out

Bring them bikes out

Whites boys…

Y’all know the rest