Right Back

"To attack without knowing the enemy's strength is foolishAnd after being warned, to still attack, is stupidPeople who are that stupid just don't deserve to liveBut strangely though, one does find, people who are that stupid."[Chorus: Royce]

Pop that trunk, get the

K niggaGet to sprayin nigga, get the pump nigga

Come - RIG

HT BACK; dump on a nigga

Give him what he want if he want we'll hunt for 'em all

He'll be -

RIGHT BACK; it's got to be like that

Expect niggaz not to respect you, kill him

And get it -

RIGHT BACK[Royce Da 5'9"]

For those that don't know me

Allow me to reintroduce myself

My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 nigga bottom line isbye-bye if you out of line wit him

Itemize y'all deaths in, chronological order

Those either gon' support him or idolize

All you could do is try to dodge me

While you plottin my demise while

I'm tryna rise now we got a problem

Cause if I'm surrounded,

I'm knownto pull out the pound and shoot, get on the phoneand still come -

RIGHT BACK - wit a army of dudes

It's all true, just armed with

Uzis lookin to resolve this

Good Lord, can you hear him callin?

They just still ballin, they feelin lawless, we kill 'em all

If it costs too much, we hun-ga-ry

It means if you floss too much your gums'll bleed

That's why

I don't talk with chumps,

I was taught to thumpmy way to 21 'til

I was taught to come -

RIGHT BACK[Chorus][Juan]

For those who don't know

Allow me to reintroduce myself

My name is (chk-chk, BOOM)

Juan Corleone

Die real soft, fire in a while then he blow

While you niggaz act raw with your dawgs'til revolvers gettin drawn, splash markin the walls

I don't know but

I'm givin it to 'em

Hittin 'em brutally with them

Uzis man really amusinhow niggaz duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin under shit

Bullets bustin, bruisin they body, barely bouncin shitlike, why you lookin at me smirkin nigga?

I got a short man complex, murk a niggabigger than me, taller than me, my squad in the league

I ride slow ballin for sheez, all of you plead

Who wanna test?

Keep scrutinize you and your guys

Two of them nines, better shoot them now 'less you wanna die

I'm stupid high,

Lord super sized blessin the dome

Huggin some long

John Wayne shit, fuck is you on?

We comin..[Interlude: Royce - having a conversation](Man hell naw, that's Royce)

Right, what's up wit it?(Whattup nigga, where you been?)

I been callin you

Somethin must be wrong with your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)

Ohh okay, what's up, you got that for me? (Naw, yeah, naw)

Naw? Alright well,

I'ma get up outta herecause

I see you havin fun with your people (Nah shut up man)

Your man he's a funny guy and all that (Yo hold up)

I'ma see you later (Hold up Royce, hold on)[Kid Vishis]

For those that don't know me

Allow me to reintroduce myself

My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah,

Kid Vishis

That sick shit, listen,

I hit henchmen

From shotgun wit a shotgun, surprised when pellets flyin

And niggaz that was hatin us dyin

Roll with them chaldeons that get mad if you call them an

A-rabYou might get stabbed for your antics

Stay rude shooters with

Rugers, put the block-aout the windows guns cocked screamin out "Air the coppa!"

All races are frown faces with heated ways (yeah!)

With somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like bass

Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get ugly

Before the boys cuff me, "take that" like

PuffyYou've been hexed, squeeze this

TecShots hittin jugular veins, give 'em taco necks

I rep my set,

Rock City, what you bet?

M.I.C. regardless, you garbage niggaz, we comin.[Chorus]