Duck Down Lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
I'm on ya phone, ya friends and killas ya compone
Til I comb ya home from the village to california
Runnin up on ya dozen, holmes
You wasn't be gone, I'll send ya mother a dozen roses
I'll make ya boss wish that he had
Somethin thats more viscous and killin everything that he had
Past you, I aint only lyrically killin you bad
Killin you with a passion, and then im stealin ya casket
Too many problems following me sayin that "I am the king"
I am a dream, I helps my gang
Not to offend or hurt the work you put it, my street niggas feel it
It's self proclaimed
So, who wanna creep, what weaklig wanna beef
Ben Franklin run the streets, he came in a hundred deep!
You niggas can keep ya thirty murkers
I offer em all extra money man them niggas is workers
Where was them niggas when you had dreds you lyin'
You Mehki-Phifer lay on ya side like a hyphen
Nigga I aint built for +Whoo Bitch+ what now?
Tell them niggas when I seem em its on they betta DUCK!

[Chorus x2]
A truce is impossible, fuck you
Its over you was responsible, for the drunk you
We punk you, when I see you you better DUCK!
vmmm!!, one of them guns'll go boom Royce Da 5'9 - Duck Down - http://motolyrics.com/royce-da-59/duck-down-lyrics.html

[Royce Da 5'9"]
The problems, that,
all of you did somethin that you cant take back
Yall all know what it is, compete on wax
Is what we coulda did,
What you think that ya man is so hard just cause he dont rap?
What is a street nigga relatin a combat
If he had put you in the grave then maybe I'm that
Type of nigga like you I call you a cheapskate
Cause you cheap and when its beef in the streets you skate
Nigga you cant deny the force
3500 in the streets?, aww just so you can die on my porch
Punk, I will bust my guns til the rounds are finished
You gone kill who? I be stickin around for a minute
Plus, "I'll be on my way"
You sound like somebody who sound like somebody,
I dont believe nothin you say
I will make youre group feel like shit pussy
Hang where I hang nigga I will take yo booth

[Chorus x2]
A truce is impossible, fuck you
Its over you was responsible, for the drunk you
We punk you, when I see you you better DUCK!
vmmmmm!, one of them guns'll go boom

boom boom ...