[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
My arms are heavy, knees weak, palms are sweaty
Niggas wanna see me gone already
From this song on its on, you about to be swept away
Yesterday is long gone
I took some time, to redefine my style
I, kept my cool, sun was behind the clouds
You lames can't put me in the same category as a rookie
Nope, my name ain't new
Rappers can't push me, as high as I can
Push myself, you not inspiring
The stolen spot is open, I chose to not, listen
And I don't even know what's hot or who dissin'
Or who's consistent or who's nice or not
Who's on top, or who's wife is sniffin'
Or who's meltin' soon, to be failin'
All I know is the way, the streets felt bout "Boom"
[Hook - Royce Da 5'9"]
Regardless, nigga pump yo brakes
Ya car is movin fast, we will lump your face
Regardless, me and Cash will come
And take yo ass away far, nigga don't play
Regardless, the M-I-C
We kickin ass and takin names, you can't ID
Regardless, me and Tre is comin
Out to play wit you today, it's curfew
[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
D-Elite! we comin wit the lighting and thunder
Under the rain, to pump it, you need a jeep!
You need at least
Some speakers, while ya glue'd to ya seat
From cruisin', while I creep through ya system
I'm gon' be heard, as God is my word
Deliverin' the kind of murder, KOCH don't deserve
The real will cop it
Every label in the world
Look out for me, I will kill yo roster
I will shut this shit down!
And on top of that, I could fuck yo bitch now
It's hard to believe, that Columbia couldn't market me
To do numbers like D-12 at least!
I played myself, for radio play
I never dance, but the skill it self, is a second chance
I'm BACK wit tools by me, start the beef
I'm bout to part these streets, like "Bruce Almighty"
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