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[Strick]<br /> What, Silky Don Entertainment<br /> That nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9''<br /> Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo<br /> I'm the type to show up to the studio<br /> Write that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"<br /> I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that<br /> Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat<br /> Have your label faxin my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?"<br /> It's a true fact, when you rap, the crowd boo that<br /> And more than a few cats agree you shouldn't even do rap<br /> What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT<br /> Your girl's a true rat, so when I fucked her I wore two hats<br /> So move back you little newjack<br /> 'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you<br /> But your whole crew whacked<br /> Too strong and I'm too black<br /> And pack not one but two gats<br /> And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat[Royce]<br /> The veteran that'll never retire<br /> Devilish, judge the red in my eye<br /> Judge the nine instead of my size<br /> Ahead of my time, the second coming of a legend in rhymes<br /> That'll shine whenever I die<br /> We never lie, you'll never get by<br /> I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubs<br /> You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted<br /> Pits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic<br /> Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to shoot<br /> You givin me the key to your coupe<br /> Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the five<br /> Wavin the tec out the window, clip touchin the tire<br /> Shit is over[Chorus]<br /> Shit is over, shit is over<br /> The shit is over, the shit is over<br /> 'cause ain't nobody fuckin wit us<br /> Ain't nobody fuckin wit us<br /> Shit is over, shit is over, BYE BYE<br /> Shit is over, shit is over<br /> 'cause ain't nobody fuckin wit us<br /> Ain't nobody fuckin wit us[Strick]<br /> Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's, my dad's an alcoholic<br /> So last night, I forgot to drive drunk and hit you<br /> Talk lots of junk and diss you<br /> Pop the trunk and split you<br /> Sick nigga, you don't really want it wit Strick, nigga<br /> Freestyle or written shit, take your pick, nigga<br /> Bring your click nigga, I'll swing a stick nigga<br /> Wit hotter rhymes, I'm outta control and you outta line<br /> I got alot of rhymes, and I'ma spit till you outta rhymes<br /> The hot shit, you better off tryin to change the topic<br /> I pop shit to let ya'll niggas know ya'll not shit<br /> Hit the curb swervin in a hot whip<br /> You a punk and I'm here<br /> And you probably the one that flunked when I got skipped<br /> Incredible rhymin and fuck wit niggas for fun<br /> Buck at niggas wit guns, you duck from niggas and run<br /> So who's the illest nigga that you know? (Who is it?)<br /> Now ask that nigga who's the illest nigga that he know<br /> I'll bet he say me, yo<br /> The only thing bigger than my dick is my ego<br /> I rip and it's over, while you stare at the chip on my shoulder<br /> Ya'll don't want none of me<br /> Not only will I have ya'll scared to bust<br /> But you won't even discuss rap in front of me<br /> The odds-on favorite to say shit<br /> Then have your crew tellin you that nigga Strick's nuttin to play wit<br /> Save it for a rainy day<br /> I'll pick the tec up, aim and spray<br /> And permanently take your pain away, what[Chorus - only first 4 lines][Royce]<br /> What what you're not in a least, above gettin shot in the street<br /> I show up at cyphers and they scatter like I'm the police<br /> Now we got a bunch of drug-connected thugs on records<br /> Stripped butt-naked runnin when they blood is tested<br /> All ya'll niggas stink, real niggas know what a bitch smell like<br /> Tell you how we tell lies, tell what he wear his hair like<br /> You can't amaze the amazing, change your ways<br /> We plant bodies, throw stones wit the names engraved<br /> The games you play, make me point this thing your way<br /> My niggas rob for consistency, a chain a day<br /> I'm about as humble as I can pretend to be<br /> A real nigga's best friend, a bitch nigga's worst enemy<br /> It don't hurt, it offends me<br /> The chrome bursts in a frenzy<br /> It's gon' work till it's empty<br /> Just makin sure that my gun shoots fastin than yours<br /> And I'm chasin you, and my bullets is chasin yours[Chorus][Royce]<br /> Yeah, Big Strick, Royce the 5'9''<br /> Tommy Boy meets Rock-A-Block<br /> Silky DonLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

It's Over (feat. Strict) Lyrics


[Strick]
What, Silky Don Entertainment
That nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo
I'm the type to show up to the studio
Write that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat
Have your label faxin my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?"
It's a true fact, when you rap, the crowd boo that
And more than a few cats agree you shouldn't even do rap
What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT
Your girl's a true rat, so when I fucked her I wore two hats
So move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong and I'm too black
And pack not one but two gats

And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat[Royce]
The veteran that'll never retire
Devilish, judge the red in my eye
Judge the nine instead of my size
Ahead of my time, the second coming of a legend in rhymes
That'll shine whenever I die
We never lie, you'll never get by
I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubs
You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted
Pits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic
Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to shoot
You givin me the key to your coupe
Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the five
Wavin the tec out the window, clip touchin the tire
Shit is over[Chorus]
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
'cause ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Shit is over, shit is over, BYE BYE
Shit is over, shit is over
'cause ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin wit us[Strick]
Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's, my dad's an alcoholic
So last night, I forgot to drive drunk and hit you
Talk lots of junk and diss you
Pop the trunk and split you
Sick nigga, you don't really want it wit Strick, nigga
Freestyle or written shit, take your pick, nigga
Bring your click nigga, I'll swing a stick nigga
Wit hotter rhymes, I'm outta control and you outta line
I got alot of rhymes, and I'ma spit till you outta rhymes
The hot shit, you better off tryin to change the topic
I pop shit to let ya'll niggas know ya'll not shit
Hit the curb swervin in a hot whip
You a punk and I'm here
And you probably the one that flunked when I got skipped
Incredible rhymin and fuck wit niggas for fun
Buck at niggas wit guns, you duck from niggas and run
So who's the illest nigga that you know? (Who is it?)
Now ask that nigga who's the illest nigga that he know
I'll bet he say me, yo
The only thing bigger than my dick is my ego
I rip and it's over, while you stare at the chip on my shoulder
Ya'll don't want none of me
Not only will I have ya'll scared to bust
But you won't even discuss rap in front of me
The odds-on favorite to say shit
Then have your crew tellin you that nigga Strick's nuttin to play wit
Save it for a rainy day
I'll pick the tec up, aim and spray
And permanently take your pain away, what[Chorus - only first 4 lines][Royce]
What what you're not in a least, above gettin shot in the street
I show up at cyphers and they scatter like I'm the police
Now we got a bunch of drug-connected thugs on records
Stripped butt-naked runnin when they blood is tested
All ya'll niggas stink, real niggas know what a bitch smell like
Tell you how we tell lies, tell what he wear his hair like
You can't amaze the amazing, change your ways
We plant bodies, throw stones wit the names engraved
The games you play, make me point this thing your way
My niggas rob for consistency, a chain a day
I'm about as humble as I can pretend to be
A real nigga's best friend, a bitch nigga's worst enemy
It don't hurt, it offends me
The chrome bursts in a frenzy
It's gon' work till it's empty
Just makin sure that my gun shoots fastin than yours
And I'm chasin you, and my bullets is chasin yours[Chorus][Royce]
Yeah, Big Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Tommy Boy meets Rock-A-Block
Silky Don

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Ryan Montgomery A.K.A. Royce Da 5′9″ - born July 5, 1977 - is a rapper hailing from Detroit, Michigan, United States. In addition to his work as a solo artist, Royce has released material as a member of the "super group" Slaughterhouse (with Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz and Crooked I ) and with Eminem as the duo Bad Meets Evil.

The name “Royce” came from his R shaped Turkish link chain which was said to have resembled a Rolls Royce logo. During high school Royce was one of the shortest players on his basketball team, standing 5′9” at age 18.

Royce signed with Tommy Boy records in 1998 and later was slated to release his debut album Rock City. Though this relationship was premature, Royce ended up leaving the label citing creative differences.

Royce began working with well known Game Recordings who helped get him in front of the right people to negotiate a deal with Columbia Records. Royce’s Rock City debut was yet again plagued with delays, during which the album was heavily bootlegged. Though not in their favor, Columbia chose to release Rock City in limited quantity and quickly went out of print by the time Royce left Columbia.

Around this time Royce dropped the underground banger “Boom” with production by Dj Premier. Soon thereafter he joined up with Koch / Game Recordings and released Rock City (Version 2.0) independently.

Most well known for his association with Slim Shady – the two met at a concert while Slim was promoting his Slim Shady EP. The two formed a Duo called Bad Meets Evil, releasing a number of tracks including “Renegades” [Original Version], “Nuttin’ to Do”, “Scary Movies”, “She’s the One”, and “See You In Hell”, which appeared on Eminem’s album The Slim Shady LP, titled “Bad Meets Evil”.

In 2001 Royce was set to work with Dr Dre’s Chronic 2000 project as a ghostwriter. He contributed tracks including “The Message”, “The Throne Is Mine”, “Stay In Your Place” and the original version of “Xxplosive” titled “The Way I Be Pimpin’”.

Royce’s association with Dr. Dre ceased when his manager, Kino Childrey spoke to a reporter about Eminem and Dre in the studio. Royce refused to dismiss his manager and long time friend, ending his relationship with Dre.

Royce and Em had a mutual friendship with Proof. Though Royce had bad blood with D12 member, Bizarre, stemming from a earlier freestyle battle with Royce’s brother. Misscommunication escalated the beef between the pair, causing it to spiral out of control and include all members of the rap group D12.

In 2002, Royce called Eminem to request to be signed to Shady Records. Eminem declined and soon thereafter signed 50-cent to Shady Records instead.

Royce released several diss tracks including “Shit on U” (over D12’s “Shit on You”), taking shots at Bizzare of D12. Royce continued record dis tracks including “We Ridin’”, “Death Day”, and “Malcolm X”. There’s speculation that Royce and Em often wrote bars dissing each other subliminally.

From 2002-2003 Royce kept a low profile releasing releasing Build & Destroy, and Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 across the mixtape circuit.

In 2003, Royce’s beef with D12 finally reached its tipping point. Royce and Proof and their entourages spilled into the streets of Detroit arguing but the issue dissipated once firearms were drawn. The two rappers spent a night in jail, and settled their beef.

In 2004 Royce released his sophomore effort Death Is Certain on Koch records, as well as two mixtapes from his crew M.I.C. (Make it Count). The crew includes members Royce, Kid Vishis,and June.

2005 marked Royce’s third full length album release Independent’s Day on Trouble/M.I.C. Records.

Royce Da 5′9″ was sentenced to jail on September 19, 2006 for parole violation for a prior DUI charge. Royce was sentenced to one year in the clink at Oakland County Jail, Pontiac, Michigan. On January 9, 2007, Royce got out of jail on work-release.

Royce has a strong ghostwriting resume including the track “Tell Me” ft. Christina Aguilera for Diddy’s album Press Play.

In May 2007, Royce Da 5′9″ released a mixtape called The Bar Exam which features DJ Premier and Statik Selektah on the Wheels of Steel.

In 2008, Royce confirmed that he had officially resolved his longstanding differences with Eminem and celebrated with a reunion concert on July 12, 2008 at Saint Andrews Hall. A mixtape of the reunion concert was soon released thereafter.

Royce also had beef with other industry majors including Mistah Fab, Cashi$, and Joe Budden, Kanye West and the Ruff Ryders.

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