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  • Boom
  • I'm The King
  • Street Hop 2010
  • Count For Nothing
  • Gun Harmonizing
  • ...A Brief Intermission (Skit)
  • Far Away
  • New Money
  • Shake This
  • Hip Hop
  • Airplanes (Freestyle)
  • My Friend
  • Murder
  • Down Bottom
  • Royce Is Like
  • Gorilla Pimp
  • Part Of Me
  • As Live As It Gets
  • Street Hop
  • Merry Go Round
  • Hit Em!
  • Writer's Block (feat. Eminem)
  • Forever (Freestyle)
  • Getcha Paper (Bonus)
  • Promise Land
  • Who Want It
  • Keep On Pushin
  • Second Place
  • Where My Money
  • Throwback
  • Kid Vishis Freestyle
  • On The Run
  • Security
  • I Ain't Coming Down
  • Boom (RJD2 Blend)
  • Gun Music
  • Who Am I
  • Let's Grow
  • Dinner Time (Feat. Busta Rhymes)
  • I've Been Up I've Been Down
  • Regardless
  • Dj Premier Outro
  • Dj Premier Intro
  • Gun Harmonizing (Feat. Crooked I)
  • Ding! (Clean)
  • Rock City
  • The Dream
  • Something 2 Ride 2 (Feat. Phonte)
  • Ding!
  • The Most Interesting Man

Yeah, yeah
I don't know what else to say
I can't, I can't think of nothin'
I'm stumped

Here we go
On your feet
Stand up
Everybody hands up

Uh, man, I dunno, man
Every time I go to think of something played out to say
You already said it, Royce

I ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames since the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up

Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship
With Marshall, used to make me a little partial

But here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause I'm probably about to fall out
With a Young Buck
While I attempt to fuck the fuckin' Game up

Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit-Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye bye
Maybe my glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach

My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast

I only fuck with mailmen, with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen

I'm back, motherfucker
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