Count For Nothing

[Intro: Royce]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}

Y'all been frontin

Without a ounce of thuggin

You go against me, you too can count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9"]

I'm the king of the backpackers

This T-bone contact to any wack rapper

It's biometric how

I wet yaMy dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless

BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop

In the same booth the federales tryin to run through

Like, like {"three-four"} we raw

Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw

I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump

You could name whoever you want

Wayne... Yay...

JayHahaha,

I'm just playin wit 'em...

I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip

You take me serious then

I might trip

About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die

Feelin some type of way

I figure it's pride

I'm the right-on truth

And that's right,

I'm even plottin on my own crew

Joey... Crooked...

OrtizSlaughterhouse![Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}

Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)

Without a ounce of thuggin

You go against me, you too can count for nothin

Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like

Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9"](Woo!)

I'm what choice is to option

Royce to hip-hop is what,

Mike Buffer's voice to boxing(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!)

Yes, it's a couple dope dealerssomewhere that got rich livin the shit that

I spit (me!)

I don't re-enact nigga,

I illuminate

I know every point what

I count like a

Q&AIt ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box

Since it's

Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me

Fire Crotch

I'm seein clear like a

MyBotI drop my coupe, black shoes, black

Noob Saibot

I spit fire like

Izod, why not

Cause sho' 'nuff

I'm glowin like

Thai mockAnd y'all cryin like babies over the net

I should call you niggaz

Lady GagaI call, "You and Em need to get togetherY'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"

If I die I'ma leave heat

I'ma leave the sun behind,

I'm tryin to repeat

Don't try to ban the drummer

He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"](Ahh)

I put the gun to lames

Eeny-miny

Motown, play the numbers game

Five shots on my blockis like for once

I see like my pops is

CyclopsWith both eyes

I see you got no sides

Bring it to your

Chippendale neck with the bowties...

All you stand

Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me

OJ Da Juiceman...

I get away with murder

That Johnny

Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger

I'm tryin to shake it like a

PolaroidThey said

I couldn't do it twice, call me

Soulja Boy

I said[Chorus]