Fuck a Hook

[Royce Da 5'9"]

DJ's and MC's

Comin up next is the incredible

We takin it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...

5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga spin on his BACK

Not on a cardboard, on the ground with people surroundin

lookin down at him lookin astounded

Ready to draw around him; an outline of his body in chalk form

This nigga here let the trigger talk for him

His niggaz'll bark for him, for real, his heart's warm

So you've been warned (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)

I don't even need to be drunk forever, the liquor is rootin me on

I turn tables fast as Jam Master Jay do

I'm N.W.A., I choke hoes like Dre

Poke holes in the pavement, throw foes in the grave

If you could choose between a broke nose or the A.K.

I make movies like Cube 'cept I use hammers

YEP!I shoot but I don't do it with cameras

NOPE!So you can call me Malcolm

You can all witness what I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!)

Wit'chall sloppy tactics; don't try to copycat me

if you ain't tryna box me back

And watch your back, don't take another look into the eyes

of a nigga that's willin to ride 'til he blind

(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)

Chk-chk-chk, Royce.. 5.. 9.. (he's baaaaack)

Yeah, and it's on

(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)

Chk-chka-chka-chka, I will rhyme all day

YES!

I'll show you the back of your brain

Slap you with the back of the gun

Clap you when the rappin is done

I aim to hit, I pack macs, accurate ones

Change the clip, I send rappers back where they from

Changin fast, the game I ask is not a sport

I'm tired of bein a fuckin day late and a dollar short

And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz hide your mics

I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't flyin by on them bikes

I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you dyin tonight

This iron is showin you the shine designed by Christ

And I, am the head reaper about the sick shit

You about to see dead people without the "Sixth Sense"

And yeah, takin food off my mother's table'll

get you killed regardless, like my brother's label

My heart and arteries a part of me, that'll test the truest

We can do it, put your vest into it, yeah

(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)

Chka-chka-chk, you don't wanna play with him today

Yea - NO!

Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore!

OHH!Givin you what you need

Like I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..

Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe life in it

Bring it back to when niggaz was cypherin

Yeah, back in the DAY, when nobody needed radio play

I was straight long as my radio played tapes

And this went on before all of them pay dates

We was backflippin and windmillin to save face

These days, we'll give you the mac so stay in your place

I hope before you lay on your back, you sayin your grace (pray!)

These new cats that rap to me they groupies

You never see 'em in Max Julius or them Guccis

Or they woulda got robbed for them Diadores

or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell your

items we took, have you goin to tell

We crooks, we either goin pro or goin to jail

I know I'ma spare - many lifes

This rap shit is comin with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share

(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)

Chka-chka...

("Get in your mind, get in your mind

Get in your mind all day!!")