Asar - f** a Hook lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"] DJ's and MC's Comin up next is the incredible We takin it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES... 5-9 is BACK, about to make a n***a spin on his BACK Not on a cardboard, on the ground with people surroundin Lookin down at him lookin astounded Ready to draw around him; an outline of his body in chalk form This n***a here let the trigger talk for him His n***as'll bark for him, for real, his heart's warm So you've been warned (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..) I don't even need to be drunk forever, the liquor is rootin me on I turn tables fast as Jam Master Jay do I'm N.W.A., I choke hoes like Dre Poke holes in the pavement, throw foes in the grave If you could choose between a broke nose or the A.K I make movies like Cube 'cept I use hammers YEP! I shoot but I don't do it with cameras NOPE! So you can call me Malcolm You can all witness what I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!) Wit'chall sloppy tactics; don't try to copycat me If you ain't tryna box me back And watch your back, don't take another look into the eyes Of a n***a that's willin to ride 'til he blind (f** a hook.. f** a hook) Chk-chk-chk, Royce.. 5.. 9.. (he's baaaaack) Yeah, and it's on (f** a hook.. f** a hook.. f** a hook) Chk-chka-chka-chka, I will rhyme all day YES! I'll show you the back of your brain Slap you with the back of the gun Clap you when the rappin is done I aim to hit, I pack macs, accurate ones Change the clip, I send rappers back where they from Changin fast, the game I ask is not a sport I'm tired of bein a f**in day late and a dollar short And I'm back! All of you rap n***as hide your mics I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't flyin by on them bikes I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you dyin tonight This iron is showin you the shine designed by Christ And I, am the head reaper about the sick sh** You about to see dead people without the "Sixth Sense" And yeah, takin food off my mother's table'll Get you k**ed regardless, like my brother's label My heart and arteries a part of me, that'll test the truest We can do it, put your vest into it, yeah (f** a hook.. f** a hook.. f** a hook) Chka-chka-chk, you don't wanna play with him today Yea - NO! Yeah, hardcore! Rhymes galore! OHH! Givin you what you need Like I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE.. Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe life in it Bring it back to when n***as was cypherin Yeah, back in the DAY, when nobody needed radio play I was straight long as my radio played tapes And this went on before all of them pay dates We was backflippin and windmillin to save face These days, we'll give you the mac so stay in your place I hope before you lay on your back, you sayin your grace (pray!) These new cats that rap to me they groupies You never see 'em in Max Julius or them Guccis Or they woulda got robbed for them Diadores Or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell your Items we took, have you goin to tell We crooks, we either goin pro or goin to jail I know I'mma spare - many lifes This rap sh** is comin with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share (f** a hook.. f** a hook.. f** a hook) Chka-chka... ("Get in your mind, get in your mind Get in your mind all day!!")