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Royce Da 5'9 F/ Twista - Текст песни Let's Go
[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] Royce Da 5'9 F/ Twista - Let's Go - http://ru.motolyrics.com/royce-da-59-f-twista/lets-go-lyrics.html
 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*










