Shit on U

[Royce Da 5'9"]

Hahaha, yeah yeah, haha

No offense to my two niggaz

Y'all know who y'all are, it's personal

Motherfucker, you hear me?

I know I ain't get back to you

You dissed me a while ago, I just caught it

I couldn't understand what yo' fat-ass was sayin!

It's all good though (I will shit on you)

I'm home, it's time for us to talk to each other

Nigga.. (fuck, you)

Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't slick

Somewhere in between a st-st-stutter and punch diss

I was like, "Huh, what the fuck is this?

Why the fuck this lame nigga tryna fuck with this"

You was talkin real reckless, you dissed the king

Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring

Crawl 'fore you walk, don't get caught without your gat

Somebody shoulda taught you how to talk before you rap

I know about how you gotta get walked though your verse

Niggaz tryna teach you how you talk all through your verse

The streets, magazines still knockin your verse

On your verse, niggaz just look at they watch in reverse

I'm about realism - as far as a fat nigga

that raps and rapes kids, I don't see the vision

You, you do front, me you admire

You told the truth once like, "I'm a compulsive liar!"

Insecure niggaz take offense to the line

All in my my shit when I'm mentionin mines

Yo it's on, better tell Von stick to the rhymes

You better run and get Swift when I get to the nine

It should be, Wall Street y'all and Slum V

But no, nope, you runnin rhyme like Young Zee

Heh, you was a clown in school

Only nigga on stage in a costume, now the world is clownin YOU

Share it for the rap - arrestin the big fat bear

that got him jumpin the character to rap

Uhh, nigga GIMME this mic, you ain't doin it right

You call yourself a idiot, I'm just provin you right

This is strong over the weak, long career over deceased

And me doin you wrong over your beat

You speak when you see me but you talk the flow

Fuckin clown, smile nigga, honk your nose (honk honk!)

You probably look at it like I'm makin a big deal

But nigga that's what I do, I make big deals

Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they proud raise

And watch the little people split the pie five ways

Nigga go play, matter fact, catch up

I am six figures bigger and my books kept up

Y'all a rap boy band; you testin me now?

Y'all a group with one star like Destiny's Child

FUCK THAT!No nigga, how can I relate

to a group with four dudes that's easily replaced?

I erase niggaz when they talk backwards (what?)

I call Paul and have him write you off on his taxes

I'm a solo artist, you just one of the crew

Fans comin up to y'all like, "Which one is you?"

You the fat one!Tell 'em that's your name

You will tell a joke whenever too, that's your game

Yeah, who cares if you've been on tour, you don't come off

Nigga all you do is run on stage and run off

Yeah, one loose cannon - that's strange

cause the only cannon in the crew is planted wherever Proof's standin

I speak to Em and Proof, I'm speakin with love

Them my niggaz, y'all sissy niggaz keepin a grudge

I don't give a FUCK nigga, you get beat up with gloves

And if you want beef, fuck it, you can meet up with Bugz

I'll shit on you!

You fat motherfucker

Aiyyo cut that shit!Fuck that nigga

You diss me you gon' get dissed back, nigga

Yo' mama, muh'fucker

And I beat yo' ass, Wall Street hoe