Count For Nothing - Royce Da 5'9"
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[Intro: Royce]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}<br /> Y'all been frontin<br /> Without a ounce of thuggin<br /> You go against me, you too can count for nothin<br /> [Royce Da 5'9"]I'm the king of the backpackers<br /> This T-bone contact to any wack rapper<br /> It's biometric how I wet ya<br /> My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless<br /> BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop<br /> In the same booth the federales tryin to run through<br /> Like, like {"three-four"} we raw<br /> Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw<br /> I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump<br /> You could name whoever you want<br /> Wayne... Yay... Jay<br /> Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...<br /> I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip<br /> You take me serious then I might trip<br /> About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die<br /> Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride<br /> I'm the right-on truth<br /> And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew<br /> Joey... Crooked... Ortiz<br /> Slaughterhouse!<br /> [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}<br /> Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)<br /> Without a ounce of thuggin<br /> You go against me, you too can count for nothin<br /> Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like<br /> Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin<br /> [Royce Da 5'9"](Woo!) I'm what choice is to option<br /> <br /> Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing<br /> (Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers<br /> somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)<br /> I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate<br /> I know every point what I count like a Q&A<br /> It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box<br /> Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch<br /> I'm seein clear like a MyBot<br /> I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot<br /> I spit fire like Izod, why not<br /> Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock<br /> And y'all cryin like babies over the net<br /> I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga<br /> I call, "You and Em need to get together<br /> Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"<br /> If I die I'ma leave heat<br /> I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat<br /> Don't try to ban the drummer<br /> He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)<br /> [Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"](Ahh) I put the gun to lames<br /> Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game<br /> Five shots on my block<br /> is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops<br /> With both eyes I see you got no sides<br /> Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties<br /> ... All you stand<br /> Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman<br /> ... I get away with murder<br /> That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger<br /> I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid<br /> They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy<br /> I said<br /> [Chorus]Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>
Count For Nothing Lyrics
[Intro: Royce]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
[Royce Da 5'9"]I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
Like, like {"three-four"} we raw
Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne... Yay... Jay
Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...
I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die
Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
Joey... Crooked... Ortiz
Slaughterhouse!
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like
Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin
[Royce Da 5'9"](Woo!) I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)
I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I count like a Q&A
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch
I'm seein clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not
Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
And y'all cryin like babies over the net
I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga
I call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"
If I die I'ma leave heat
I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)
[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"](Ahh) I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
... All you stand
Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman
... I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
I said
[Chorus]