Royce Da 5’9″ Lyrics

Mr. Grace (Intro) By Royce Da 5’9″ What is America built off of? Violence and entrepreneurship So if you had to tell another six year old like yourself what to

Dope Man By Royce Da 5’9″ Hey-ey-ey-ey Prophesize to be your king He’s a king of the street Man of the world, who the little boys wanna be He’s the

Pendulum By Royce Da 5’9″ As the Lord swings the pendulum ‘Round and ’round, the Lord swings the pendulum As the Lord swings the pendulum ‘Round and ’round, the Lord

I Play Forever By Royce Da 5’9″ Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Uh-uh, uh I fell in love with the street life I-I fell in love with street, that’s no lie No

On the Block By Royce Da 5’9″ “Come to the block and make the papers” “Come to the block..” “Come to the block and make the papers” “Kids hustle on

Overcomer By Royce Da 5’9″ Ayo Ayo All we did was slang dope (All we did was slang dope) Mini Tec, that’s my main ho (Grrr) Fishscale pictures, wish you

Thou Shall By Royce Da 5’9″ Thou shalt not fuck with Detroit me Never owned a coogie, Ford truck, or a pair of them gator Maureys Please hold your applause

FUBU By Royce Da 5’9″ I am that nigga, it’s obvious These niggas broke, on their pickpockets watching us They see the watch and this jewelry we rocking Get sick

Black Savage By Royce Da 5’9″ I don’t know what this world is coming to Yeah, I ain’t ya average rapper residing in Calabasas Mashin’ the Aston through Malagasy in

Rhinestone Doo Rag By Royce Da 5’9″ Yeah White Jesus taught you heathens cross you just to stone you Knowledge and power arms you quicker than ignorance disarms you I

Young World By Royce Da 5’9″ Yeah, that double barrel need a couple beams They wanna chip a mind trip and, baby, up my streams That’s how I’m swimmin’, hear

My People Free By Royce Da 5’9″ Let my people go Let my people go First off, free [?], free [?], free drinks Behind bars, doin’ bids, locked up on

Hero By Royce Da 5’9″ Crown royal bag open watching boxing Arguing with dad, who gon’ knock who out, shit He probably gon’ be mad if my fighter drops his

Royce Da 5’9″ – I Don’t Age Lyrics Product of the dope game Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted cocaine Papa smokin’ pot over the pot, over the stove flame