Royce Da 5`9 Running Lyrics

Running Lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Cha Cha)

(Stick up, stick up) Gangs 'til we play brains

We pick up (pick up) when them thangs spray

This how it goes down in the hood that you can't stay

I'll invite a nigga over then make him leave in the same day

Can you meet her?

I'm talkin bout a chick wit a Coke bottle figure but never the 2-liter

Whatever you choose, especially you

Definitely I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you!

Cause this is your sire, I spit in the fire

Thinkin that I'm fittin to retire? {"BITCH, you a liar!"}

Ah-hah!The home of the willest, I'm only the illest

I only'll steal it, phony-est niggaz'll feel it, c'mon widdit

But when the battle is through

It's all-out "Jerry Springer" every arena, I'm on the panel, too

Spit shit for my peeps, shit for the Jeeps

(Stick up, stick up) Strange pick-ups, brains hittin your feet

Stained in ya mayn, listen, change in dissin

(And recognize) You MC's, nothin; you leave with nothin

(And recognize) Fuck it, hold on – I hear somebody comin

{"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, what is his name?"} 5-9!



[Chorus]

Can't keep comin around me baby

Make my girls say (OHHHH!)

Can't keep running awayyyy

Give it to me now (RUN)



[Interlude: Cha Cha]

You can't leave, you can't breathe, you can't sleep

Hearts beat's goin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!

(It's like) Precious comin, can't turn your back from it

And your heart keeps drummin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!

See deep, see the world from beneath

And all you hear is that beat - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!

(YO!) Evictions (YO!) enrichment (YO!)

Contentment - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO! YO!)



[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Cha Cha)

Yeah, then after THAT I just thu-thu-th-thump, for fun

I'm COCKIN back my (pu-pu-p-p-PUMP!)

Yeah, what nigga man, you better be du-du-d-dumb

You better stutter, you better SAY I'm th-th-th-the one

Cause I'm the, rap oxy moron, feel that?

Cause I bring tracks to life while I kill, cracks

Ladies say (Royce I wanna get with, you!)

And it's cool cause I got a whole (get with) crew

And I hit, writers, right where it hurts

Don't call me no hit, writer; I am a fighter, first

Niggaz try to murk on my fire since fireworks

Now you hurt, have you goons in a drive-by verse

Cause I'm STRONG in that area thuggin

I just, LOVE leavin niggaz layin there like a area RUG

Plus you, yeah, smellin my game

Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford, tell her my name

It's, 5-9!Hah, now I see why you can't see

See why you can't breathe, why you can't beat or be ME!

Man please, you better be Sam Sneed

(And recognize) You just feet, a piece of a stampede

(And recognize) Shh, hold on – I think somebody comin

{"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, who could it be?"} 5-9!



[Chorus]



[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]

A round of applause for the brand new Mrs. Montgomery

My lil' sister Cha Cha, Rush!

Of course my name is Royce 5'9"

When you think of my name

Think of a fresh new sound

A fresh new face, let's go



[Interlude]