[Hush] + (Royce)
What? (Knuckle up)
Yeah.. (Whatchu say?)
Hush (Uhh uhh, Royce Nickel-Nine)
Yeah, we represent Detroit Rock City
(And we`ll FUCK you up!) Yo, yo, yo!
[Hush]
You`re fuckin with a straight-up menace
That`ll run inside your apartment complex and start sprayin tenants
I stick bastards for a wealthy scheme
Punch through your chest and snatchin out your self-esteem
Stabbin your spleen, precise like a javelin team
Grabbin the green, quicker than a crack and a fiend
Quick draw, faster than it takes you to blink
I spit thoughts, faster than it takes you to think
You catchin a sink, drownin in whatever you drink
I`m huntin you down, bustin at your leather or mink
I`m meltin your ice, I`m heated in your average rink
Lockin it down, and rockin like I`m trapped in the clink
Slappin a freak, trappin every rat or a fink
Fast with the ink, blast you out your hat or your link
Shatter your teeth, every time you chatter or breathe
Unravel your cream, Detroit it`s ether that or the bing
Hush, I get madder and mean
Matter of fact, all of y`all get splattered in three – pieces
Just your body and arms in shirts sleeveless
Beggin for Jesus, before your heart collapses and seizes
Who needs this, crush the fine line
I`ll be on the phone callin my boys and 5`9
Detroit city cats that are born with nine lives
And I use that are yours, you better shoot me nine times!
[Chorus 2X: Hush] + (Royce)
Knuckle up! If you see us cop a plea and duck
Knuckle up! (When you see us in the streets in a truck)
Knuckle up! If you see us droppin B`s in a buck
Knuckle up! (When you see us in the D, nigga what!)
[Royce Da 5`9]
Uhh uhh.. yo yo, yo
I done took more bitches off more niggaz hands
And, more niggaz ran from po-po`s in a van
Stick to my word so I don`t threaten niggaz no more
If I make you a promise then it`s safe to say that it`s honest
My guns, tired from being fired, while yours sit on the shelf
I`m like a sole concept in itself
Chokin my weapon, burnin your vest
In 2G, rap niggaz learn from the best and hope to be set
Knuckle up – I don`t depend on my toast to spark
Wrap my fingers around your neck and let the chokin start
I`ma be on top pissin `til I soak the charts
You don`t like me but I`m still here like Rosa Parks
A flow is a flow, so – lo and behold the art
I listen to you and go, ehh, on your dopest part
I don`t do these open mics, I tear shows apart
Whodie I`m a +Hot Boy+, you get roasted dark
First nigga to hit the flow is smart
Last nigga that hit the flow you `bout to see him and his folks depart
Bling bling – chain glow in the dark
More flooded with mo` ice, cold-blooded with a frozen heart
He`s not street smart, he only knows the park
But we can share this rap pie long as he knows his part
If you was even close to smart, you know I roll with sharks
and dogs that bite and only supposed to bark
[Chorus] – 2X
