It's Over 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

Cuz 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

Cuz 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
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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

Royce Da 5'9'' It's Over