Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Grow , by - Royce 5'9. Release date: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Let's Grow |
| Real n**gaz only, first of all, what’s my name? |
| 5'9″! |
| Yeah, I got somethin' for you, I got somethin' for you, yeah |
| They call me Royce 5'9"or Mister Always-Ice-Cold |
| Wristed or Mister None-of-Yo'-Business |
| Mister Consistant-in-Conflict for so dope lyrics |
| Harvest, the hardest hittin' n**ga in show bid’ness |
| Came in this game with a pissy-a** attitude |
| Arrogant like «Shut up!"laughin' that you a trick |
| I wasn’t happy before but I’m happy today |
| I’m rappin' today, lookin' to get a plaque in my day |
| So I met this white boy one night, who turned out |
| To be the illest human bein' I ever heard in my life |
| He took me under his wing and showed me some things |
| And molded me into a pro until the flow was mean |
| Taught me not to do it like this but to do it like that |
| Threw me all types of love and I threw it right back |
| Though we don’t talk as much, we never let the game |
| Consume us, cause we too real, my n**ga Slim, let’s grow |
| Let us grow up, now we got here |
| We can’t stop here, we too far |
| All my n**gaz, y’all my n**gaz |
| And you all know who you are, let’s grow |
| Yeah, Royce 5'9"or twelve men in one |
| About as explosive as them shells in yo' gun |
| Mister Quick-to-Pull-a-Thing-on-You just for yo' loot |
| Mister-Mister-Mister Quick-to-Swing-on-You before he shoot |
| I’m the finest tuned rappin' machine rappin' a scene since |
| Way back when there was only rappin' in Queens |
| S**k my b**ls if you competin' with me homeboy |
| I don’t dream, I’m the type to just be homeboy |
| Sucka free is like a religion I honor and serve |
| And more common in words, a song with you, what’s in it? |
| Y’all n**gaz is all punks and yo' jewels is rented |
| And yo' diamonds is all dark, like they blue but tinted |
| I would never kill none of y’all, I ain’t that fool |
| But I will stomp the sh** out you, I ain’t that cool |
| You ain’t even gotta greet me when you see, matter of fact |
| You better give me five feet when you see me, where you at? |
| Let’s grow |
| Royce 5'9"or one sick n**ga |
| B**ches know that with me that the c** gets quicker |
| Mister Always-Got-Some-Cris'-or-a-Pistol |
| Rather diss you than chill with you and will hit you |
| The insanest monster that came and conquered |
| A game that remains to be full of trained imposters |
| I will not let you n**gaz talk to me, nope, no way |
| This is not what I’m here for, give me my money |
| F**gots only attract f**gots, and that’s that |
| You rap rat, you f**kin' roaches and black maggots |
| Feelin' my heat, I talk sh** from the moment I wake up |
| Turn right around and talk sh** in my sleep, let’s grow |