Lyrics Count For Nothing - Royce 5'9

Count For Nothing

Y’all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me?
You too can count for nothing
I’m the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It’s biometric how I wet ya
My dialect’s an entire weapon, it’s set to just fire reckless
BLAOW!
Like (1−2) guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryna run through
Like, like (3−4) we raw
Me and Vish' trade like a triple beam seesaw
I’m a veteran, the Mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne, Ye, Jay (Haha, I’m just playing with y’all)
I keep the (4−5) on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About (7−8) niggas and die
Feeling some type of way, I figure it’s pride
I’m the right-on truth
And that’s right, I’m even plotting on my own crew
Joey, Crooked, Or-tez, Slaughterhouse!
Y’all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me?
You too can count for nothing
Like (1, 2) like (3) like
You (2) can count for nothing
I’m what choice is to option
Royce to hip hop is what Mike Buffer’s voice to boxing
Yes, it’s a couple dope dealers somewhere
That got rich living the shit that I spit (Me!)
I don’t re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I account like a Q&A
It ain’t a arm when it’s tucked in my box
It’s Lindsay Lohan, niggas call me Fire Crotch
I’m seeing clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not?
'Cause Sho’nuff, I’m glowing like Taimak
And y’all crying like babies over the net
I should call you niggas Lady Gaga
Or call, «You and Em need to get together
Y’all need each other Nickel, Shady, blah-blah!»
If I die I’ma leave heat
I’mma leave the sun behind, I’m tryna repeat
Don’t try to ban the drummer
He’s an animal and you can be a random number, uh
Y’all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me?
You too can count for nothing
Like (1, 2) like (3) like
You (2) can count for nothing
I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny-Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
Is like for once, I see, like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes, I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
Call you «Stan»
Grab a bitch ass like «aye!», call me OJ Da Juiceman
I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I’m tryna shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn’t do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
Y’all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me?
You too can count for nothing
Like (1, 2) like (3) like
You (2) can count for nothing