Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Am
C
Ugh
Em
Am
C
Em
Boom, boom
C
Em
Yeah
C
Em
Yo
Verse 2
Am
I'm the verbal- spit Smith Wesson,
C
Em
I unload with sick spit
The quick wit could split a split- second
Am
Bomb with a lit wick expression
C
Em
You hear a "Tick- tick,"
then you testin'
Am
My saliva and spit could split
C
Em
thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Am
Everybody claim they the best and they head
C
Em
the throne since B.I.G is gone
Verse 3
If you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"
Am
My flow is hotter than
C
the flash from the click
Em
When the hammer slaps the bullet
on the ass from the clip
Am
You wind up in a room full of my dogs
C
Em
I'll have you feeling like a fire
hydrant in a room full of dogs
C
get pissed on, shitted on
Em
Tough talk turns to, "Can't
we all just get along?"
Am
You get blazed when the mic's off,
Em
You probably ducked when they laid
the gunshot in your song
Am
My gun st- stutters when
it speaks to you
Verse 4
'Nough in the clip, to give a speech to you
C
we kind of the same in ways
Em
We both speak with our hands
in dangerous ways
Am
Rap now is a circus of clowns
C
Em
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd
prolly rap circles around
Am
I'm the next best to reach a peak
C
Em
Formerly known as the best kept
Verse 5
secret—I guess that I just leaked it
C
Somebody better duck or
Somebody better (watch out 'cause he's
Boom boom, bam,
C
Em
Am
God- damn! Royce 5'9" (boom!)
C
Somebody better duck or
Somebody better (watch out 'cause
Am
he's bout to blow up)
C
Em
Boom boom, bam,
God- damn! Royce 5'9"
Verse 6
Am
I'm a motherfucking star,
I don't battle no more
C
Em
I provide the gun- clapping round
of applause after your show
Am
And we could go toe- to- toe 'cause
Em
Stepping around all your punches,
like, "That's all you got?"
Am
Every day, I'm meeting somebody
Em
Quick to shake a nigga's hand
and show me all of they teeth
Am
And these bitches—I be
patting they asses
C
Em
They be all dumb and googly- eyed looking
at me, batting they lashes
Verse 7
Am
Rappers think Detroit niggas
Em
Or since that I'm down with Slim
that I sound like him
Am
Quick to judge me and tell
C
me that my hook might sell
Em
And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
Am
My advice, quit talking, it's over
C
Em
I was knocking niggas out when you
was knocking sticks off of their shoulders
Am
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
C
Em
I got regrets older than some
of you so- called "vets"
Am
Niggas say I found God with the flow
C
Bring the police to the
Verse 8
the bomb squad to the show
Am
Ain't a nigga touching mines
C
When you listen to my shit,
Em
you don't chew, you don't breathe
You don't miss a fucking line
C
I tick to show you it's hot
Em
Leave me in the deck too long,
I blow up your box—boom!
Verse 9
Am
C
Em
Boom boom, bam, God- damn! Royce
C
Somebody better duck or
Somebody better (watch out 'cause he's
Am
God- damn! Royce 5'9"
(Boom!)
C
Somebody better duck or
Somebody better (watch out 'cause he's
Am
C
Em
bout to blow up)
Verse 10
Am
Em
Boom boom, bam, God- damn!
Royce 5'9" (boom!)
Boom boom, bam,
Am
C
Em
God- damn! Royce 5'9"
C
Em
Am
God- damn! Royce 5'9"
Boom boom, bam,
C
Em
Am
God- damn! Royce 5'9"
Outro 1
Em
Am
C
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
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