Let`s Go Lyrics

Let`s Go lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

 Huh? 

 We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere 

 Sift ya lye...c'mere 

 Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis 

 A nigga that could twist like this 

 A nigga that could rip any shit that he get 

 Never balk and come with a metaphor like this 

 Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this 

 Never been a nigga that you know like dis 

 Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis 

 Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin' for us 

 Never catch us catchin' the bus 

 Niggaz got whips, niggaz got loot, 

 Niggaz got troops, got guns, got clips (what) 

 Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring 

 Iced out to go with the rest it seems 

 More or less the more of the best you seen 

 Big buzz, only rollin' with big thugs 

 We get in clubs you know you gettin' ya shit bust 

 Not too many ducks is goin' against us 

 If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up 

 Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no more, ball 'til I can't ball no more 

 'Til I'm 5'9" no more, 'til the ice can't shine no more 

 Which ever comes first, let's go nigga 

 

 [Hook] 

 Who the fuck want what?! 

 Who the fuck want what, want what?! 

 [Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', cuz you the one take that from a nigga
that'll open you up 

 [Twista] You gotta send the deck up when we holla 

 *Repeat* 

 

 [Royce Da 5'9"] 

 One of a hundred niggaz'll hate my shit 

 Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin' alike 

 Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like 

 Never disrespect a nigga grippin' the tec, it's my shit 

 Put the flow in affect with my clique 

 Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit 

 Try to get slick and niggaz is gettin' hit 

 You don't want that do you? It comes back to you 

 And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit 

 Too many willin' to pin ya in rap 

 Put a endin' to that, do the math with me 

 Straight to the lab, we're sendin' you back 

 Keep goin', you know that no one can last wit me 

 Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin' alarms 

 Every rhyme is strictly written to harm 

 This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch 

 Never gone fail, never got plans of catchin' a L 

 I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell 

 It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga 

 

 [Hook] 

 Who the fuck want what?! 

 Who the fuck want what, want what?! 

 [Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', cuz you the one take that from a nigga
that'll open you up 

 [Twista] You gotta send the deck up when we holla 

 *Repeat* 

 

 [*pause*] 

 

 [Royce talkin' *beat slowly returnin'*] 

 Motown, uhh... 

 Chi-town...5'9... 

 Twista, let's go nigga uhh 

 

 [Twista] 

 Tell me who the fuck want what 

 Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up? 

 I could cause a scene to make you throw up 

 Put a bullet in yo gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut 

 Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta, 

 Dat why you runnin' to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta 

 Let the thirty caliber annoint ya 

 Whodie won't even know he hit 'til he feel his shirt suckin' the moisture 

 Voice ya opinion it ya want to 

 Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena 

 Subpeona muthafuckaz like the courts do 

 We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor 

 We them niggaz that'll come approach ya 

 Shockin' ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin' 

 Until we heard no breathin' - two undercovers, 

 We comin' we get the dirty even; they know it's servin' season 

 Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home 

 The petty packin' penny brushin' with the pretty pearl handle 

 Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on 

 And you comin' with the Midwest shit? 

 Remember how we took you, you trippin' off how we did that shit 

 Somebody tell me where the weed at 

 Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit 

 I was gone get buck - come hard - get crunk 

 Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride, 

 And hit them niggaz from the blindside 

 And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9 

 Ceremony for the killaz, bustin' em off, 

 And comin' off so you can bust yo nut 

 Though I'm bout to bust yo guts 

 But if yo operation is hatin', who the fuck want what? 

 

 [Hook] 

 Who the fuck want what?! 

 Who the fuck want what, want what?! 

 [Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', cuz you the one take that from a nigga
that'll open you up 

 [Twista] You gotta send the deck up when we holla 

 *Repeat x4* 

 

 *beat continues then fades out*