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Yeah, yeah<br /> I don't know what else to say<br /> I can't, I can't think of nothin'<br /> I'm stumped<br /> Here we go (Here we go)On your feet (On your feet)<br /> Stand up (Stand up)<br /> Everybody hands up (Hands up)<br /> Uh, man, I dunno, man<br /> Every time I go to think of something played out to say<br /> You already said itI ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus<br /> I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up<br /> All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up<br /> Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up<br /> Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent<br /> Because of my relationship with Marshall<br /> Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck<br /> We the same 'cause<br /> I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck<br /> While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up<br /> Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat<br /> You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat<br /> Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye<br /> Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach<br /> My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga<br /> It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get<br /> The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets<br /> Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop<br /> Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast<br /> I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca<br /> Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox<br /> Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'<br /> While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen<br /> I'm back, muthafucker<br /> Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL<br /> I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers<br /> How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it<br /> If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer<br /> Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa<br /> That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up<br /> Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup<br /> Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher<br /> Wait 'til they get a load of me 'causeI've got Gucci's on my feet<br /> Diamonds on my neck<br /> Diamonds on my wrist<br /> Bitches on my dick<br /> But y'all already said thatChoppers in the trunk<br /> Models in the front<br /> Bottles in the club<br /> But I don't give a fuck<br /> But y'all already said thatCause sometimes I feel like it's so hard<br /> For me to come up with shit to say (Ay)<br /> I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all<br /> I think I'm runnin' out of cliches<br /> I'm gettin' writer's block<br /> Psyche!When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it<br /> Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built<br /> Floatin' on the same water Moses split<br /> Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill<br /> Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!<br /> Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid<br /> You dudes is too excited<br /> You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal<br /> You will just be another victim<br /> I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted<br /> I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted<br /> Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha<br /> When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'<br /> Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper<br /> I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems?<br /> Not a problem I've encountered<br /> I have found elephants, lions, clowns<br /> Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus<br /> At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds<br /> Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?<br /> Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it<br /> Since I decided to start Class diss<br /> All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent<br /> I authorize my own all-access<br /> Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'<br /> Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan<br /> Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam<br /> Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it<br /> My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes<br /> And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone<br /> I don't know which one is harder<br /> Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my ownI got Gucci's on my feet<br /> Diamonds on my neck<br /> Diamonds on my wrist<br /> Bitches on my dick<br /> But y'all already said thatChoppers in the trunk<br /> Models in the front<br /> Bottles in the club<br /> But I don't give a fuck<br /> But y'all already said thatCause sometimes I feel like it's so hard<br /> For me to come up with shit to say (ay)<br /> I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all<br /> I think I'm runnin' out of cliches<br /> I'm gettin' writer's block<br /> Psyche!Man, get the bozac<br /> We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)<br /> Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)<br /> Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real<br /> On the strength, no diggity<br /> I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack onHaters get the gas face!<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> Warwar, Nicholas M / Montgomery, Ryan / Mathers, Marshall B,Iii(Eminem) / Diaz, R.Published by<br /> Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. 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Writer's Block Lyrics


Yeah, yeah
I don't know what else to say
I can't, I can't think of nothin'
I'm stumped
Here we go (Here we go)On your feet (On your feet)
Stand up (Stand up)
Everybody hands up (Hands up)
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Every time I go to think of something played out to say
You already said itI ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause
I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck

While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back, muthafucker
Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'causeI've got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said thatChoppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said thatCause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit to say (Ay)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem I've encountered
I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my ownI got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said thatChoppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said thatCause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit to say (ay)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
On the strength, no diggity
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack onHaters get the gas face!
Songwriters
Warwar, Nicholas M / Montgomery, Ryan / Mathers, Marshall B,Iii(Eminem) / Diaz, R.Published by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

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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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