Lyrics Forever - Royce 5'9

Forever

I’ll be shutting niggas up when I taaalk\nBut nothings ever gonna get done to me (mee!)\nY’all ain’t gon' do nothing at aaaall!\nI’m a be talkin' shit forever man! Ever man, ever man…\nShut the f**k up when I taaaalk!\nNothing’s ever gonna get done to me (mee!)\nY’all ain’t gon' do nothing at aaaall!\nI talk about your ass forever man! Ever man, ever man… Hh! Ever man!\nHehe! — Last name Voorhees, first name Jason!\nLike a loaded pistol boy ain’t nothin' to play with!\nYou don’t want no problems, the drama be too horrendous\nf**k you and your feelings, you momma the who offended!\nPimpin' ain’t easy, but bitch I’m in the building\nI’m the smack man! — I got a back hand like Serena Williams!\nHe hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children\nEven though he be eating like he Silician! (whooo!)\nI sweat brilliance, I shit genius\nYou on fire till I come by you and extinguish!\nI’m distinguised! — I'm bout to quit writing,\nYou 'bout to grow a set of hooters while a nigga just winging! (whooo!)\nMy dick swinging! — It's slappin' my leg so much the shits stingin'\nYou heard who better than me, bitch bring 'em!\nUhhh! — He stepped up like Rocky, he’ll probably be finished (whooo!)\nHe’ll go from looking like he Balboa to Rocky Dennis!\nYou thought you was winning 'til every tooth in your mouth is in\nA pouch in your pocket, the next time you talk to your dentist! (yeeah!)\nThese lame nigga’s say they body’s is endless\nGet in my lane they license to kill — is probably suspended,\nUHHH! — I'm fly! Feeling like I got wings and I’m in the air\nI miss my flight tell the pilot I said I’ll meet you there! (there!)\nCause he too rare! — There should be a sign on every vocal\nBooth that’s says if Nickel-9 — choose to do your beat beware!\nLast name +Pay Me+ - first name +f**k you+!\nYou collect and call me by my alias, it’s\nFind me with your bitch my dick out — with a mouth on it\nTake her round the corner a couple times — put some miles on it!\nTake her round monsters! — OG's that used to be slaves\nFor Reagen helping to fund the Iran contra!\nPoster boy for gun wrap\nI got all kind of rhymes done about my guns cousin cause I got — tons of them!\nI ain’t no — industry nigga, I don’t do no events! (uh-huh!)\nI got some red carpets that under my shoes in the Benz!\nHe so street — when he do it, the sewers is twin\nHe spit that shit! — He just spit it into the pen! (whooo!)\nWhen it come to rhyming, I’m a Ducatti your dude is a Schwinn (c'mon!)\nI don’t do parties and you? — You just do men!\nMy crew just too sick! Your crew got poopa scoop dicks!\nMy crew just drinking chicks nigga! — Y'all ain’t gon' do SHIT!\nSlaughterhouse dynamic is Ortiz too mature for beef\nJoey kill you with his words! me? I do it forcefully!\nCrooked is the smart one,\nBut don’t you get it twisted that nigga there he will kill ya! — Beanie Si' I\nain’t hear him!\nWhen I brain storm actual rain comes\nI am — one with the streets, I Sam — Cooks the beat until change comes! (C'MON!)\nMy brain got different compartments,\nWhen it holds the, when it holds the explosives!\nOne just got a note in it that says on it homie knows that he dope he\nStay on his toes he ferocious, he hopeless the focus on me\nWith negative energy! — You'll only lose your focus! — I am not the best,\nI am death; now let God and Satan iron out the rest!\nHa-ha-ha!\nHa-ha-ha-ha!\nThat’s the victory laugh.\nHa-ha-ha!\nHa-ha-ha-ha-ha!\nAnd since I can’t doin' another nigga beat…\nBut I try thinkin' I’m dissin' him!\nShout out my nigga, Drake!\nNow get the f**k out my face 'fore I f**k you up!