- Votes:
- Composers:
- Ryan Daniel Montgomery
- Chris Martin
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- hiphop
- ramble
- rap
- royce
 
- See also:
Royce Da 5'9 - Boom lyrics
Uhh, boom
 Tick, tick, tick, yeah, 5'9 uhh
 Yo
 I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
 I unload with sick spit, the quick wick could split a split-second
 Bomb with a lit wick expression
 You here a tick, tick, then you testin'
 My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
 So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
 Everybody claimin' they the best and head the throne
 Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they dead wrong
 My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
 When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
 You wind up in a room full of my dawgs
 I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
 So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on
 Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along"
 You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
 You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
 My gun strutters when it speaks to you, utter shit to repeat to you
 Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you
 Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
 We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
 Rap now is a circus of clowns
 A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around
 I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known
 As the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it
 (Boom)
 Somebody better duck or
 (Run)
 Somebody better
 (Watch out 'cuz he's 'bout to blow up)
 Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9
 (Boom)
 Somebody better duck or
 (Run)
 Somebody better
 (Watch out 'cuz he's 'bout to blow up)
 "Boom, boom, bam, goddamn" "Royce 5'9"
 I'm a motherfuckin' star, I don't battle no mo'Royce Da 5'9 - Boom - http://motolyrics.com/royce-da-59/boom-lyrics.html
 I provide the the gun clappin' around of applause after ya show
 We can go toe to toe 'cuz they calling you hot
 Steppin' around all ya punches like, "That's all you got?"
 Everyday I'm meetin' somebody and all of they peeps
 Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth
 And these bitches I be pattin' they asses
 They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin' at me, battin' they lashes
 Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them
 Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him
 Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell
 And say fagot shit to me like I look like L
 My advice quit talking, it's over, I was knockin' niggaz out
 When you was knockin' sticks offa they shoulders
 I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
 I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
 Niggaz say I found God with the flow
 Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show
 Ain't a nigga touching mines
 When you listen to my shit, you don't chew, you don't breathe
 You'll miss a fucking line
 Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot
 Leave me in the deck too long, I blow up your box
 Boom
God, goddamn, Royce 5'9
 (Boom)
 Somebody better duck or
 (Run)
 Somebody better
 (Watch out 'cuz he's 'bout to blow up)
 Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9
 (Boom)
 Somebody better duck or
 (Run)
 Somebody better
 (Watch out 'cuz he's 'bout to blow up)
 Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9
 Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9
 Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9
 Boom, boom, bam, G, goddamn, Royce 5'9










