Juice Magazin - Simon Says (Street Games) lyrics

[Intro: Royce] I'mma hit you until you, hit you until you Hit you until you, hit you until you I'mma hit you until you, hit you until you Hit you until you, hit you until you I'mma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO! Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! I'mma hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE! Hit you until you.. yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] I put in my dirt I'mma hurt you Bullets is Eeny Meeny Miny Moe, don't put your foot in my circle You must be ruthless, or you will die hidin Beside a bunch of chicken n***as that Duck Duck Goose I'm not a hater n***a You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin Rock Paper Scissors Why the fu*k would I knuckle up witcha? I got twin Glocks from Scotland, I'd rather Double Dutch witcha He played them street games 'til the heat came Same n***a that be changin quick when they see brains We ride in streets with Mafia ties We pop up by surprise like we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+ And I'm about to draw the line n***a, talk to your soldiers Cross me, you try to knock a stick off of my shoulder n***a I will heat you, 5'9" will have you lyin beside your bed I'm the n***a Simon Says [Hook: Royce] I'mma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO! Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! I'mma hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE! Hit you until you, hit you until you I'mma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO! Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! Hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE! Hit you until you [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah yeah, I see pain but why Is it these street games is all leadin into the same violences? God is it, possible the same n***as That's winnin in Dodgeball will grow up and dodge bullets? The funky little, two squares In this concrete jungle was shootin the Monkeys In The Middle If you compare me to anyone in this game If it ain't Shyne or Beans then it's Truth Or Dare I been this hollow inside for years Leave peers beside beers that'll Spin The Bottle Don't think that e'ry night seem right n***a just look beside you, I'm at every Red Light, Green Light Ready to stop you, fatally I'll leave bullets inside your truck the size of Hot Potatoes A comparison's vital - you ain't nobody Royce 5'9" is Simon, the Americal Idol [Hook] [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, yeah, now he's had the luck as The same dumb f** that took toes to the morgue for Freeze Tag Miss the clock is tickin away At the pick of the day the hot shot, let's play Hop Scotch Let's teach all of these punks That we as venomous as snakes, you can be them Leap Frogs and jump I'mma make 'em all drop and say "Ahh" I'm the king of the playground, I make 'em say Father May I You should say Grace - cause even if you Bring your own pencil to the game n***a we don't play Breaks Now you gon' find your fitted In the Lost & Found cause you crossed your bound n***a Hide and go get it Finally the dudes be lame His name booted out of the games, hang by the dooky chains Erase the phonies - keep his team shooter Then flee the scene while runnin in the latest Ponies [Hook] - repeat 2X