(feat. Twista)    [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 till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more  Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more  Which ever comes first, let's go nigga    [Hook - 2X]  Who the fuck want what?!  Who the fuck want what, want what?!  [Twis] Playa tell me why you hatin, cuz you the one take  [Twis] that from a nigga that'll open you up  [Twis] You gotta send the deck up when we holla    [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 going, 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 writtin to harm  This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch  Never gon' 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 - 2X]    [pause]    [Royce talking, beat slowly returning]  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 till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture  Voice ya opinion if ya want to  Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena  Subpeona motherfuckaz 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 gon' 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 - 4X]    [beat continues then fades out]