Royce Da 5'9" - Ya Talkin' lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] Slaughterhouse Drama It's "On the House" Some n***as talk that real sh** Others exude it Some n***as get real braggadocious with it Others just go where they go Where they go, it go, y'knaw'mean? You only acknowledge that sh** if its dead, n***a I ain't got enough to say about it But Royce does [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] These n***as acting like I reached my prime They keep yapping, let me speak my mind While y'all keep talking, I try to stay calm Thinking how can you let a few negative comments make you perspire by your armpits When you got your idol right by your arm, sh** And you're only surrounded by monsters Getting haunted just for celebrating what I've accomplished And ya chick still Got my dick in the back of her mind right around by her tonsils For those who try to rush greatness, today is your bedtime Before I spew wack hooks and dead lines, I will do fed time And give me time to rap over your deadline If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen f** it, I've been bubbling from thugging and rapping Capturing, publishing, traveling through the underground quietly under their noses like Tubman and Chaplin You new school shooters, you're nothing, I'm from the old school like Mullin and Paxson You bugged out 'til you're bugging a**a**in I'm dead accurate, run into me, I'm a lead accident Pardon my Bergdorf threads if I don't appear pa**ionate They hear that last sh** and think that I'm here for fashion Just to take off my gla**es and hat, and that shirt Screaming "f** the whole goddamn Earth" I'm bear backing it I'd rather listen to the sound of spitting 13 shells Than to hear clowns talking first week sales They don't know what they're talking 'bout Riders inside the slaughterhouse, the liars decided to walk it out 'Long as we're real, we know that the fake won't employ us We believe in fate, though the fake won't destroy us And Muddy Waters, as long as Satan's tongue is avoided We don't give a f** if Pitchfork don't support us They say that Paul and Marshall finally restored order Why they're rolling over a dollar looking for change, now I'm here, and I'm providing their four quarters Courtesy of my boy, Porter As I'm submerged in this coy sporter Probably riding around with a bird in boy shorts swerving in a Panamera four door Porsche Pressing the pedal to the metal to let it breathe I f** her and tell her we can never be and she should let it be Drop her off wherever and drive home to the nagging-est b**h ever, tell her she's the queen and I will never leave And that's my life, hate it or love it, I'm like When reality and likeness strikes at the same damn time Cause I came from above it, meaning this game If you're discussing meaningless change Then f** you, this discussion just ain't in the budget Me and insane completely the same My brain just retains genius thangs Even thought my memory s**s, all I remember to do is get f**ed Get s**ed and just bang my enemies up Something like that; I can't remember, dang I came from pennies to up From Denny's to dinner with Puff Like f** Denny's, I'm famous, I'm paying my dues By paying for shoes and trucks for my cuz, that's what I do I'd rather count cash than to do math All I need to know is if you're losing you're on the negative, and winning's a plus I'm the general of the tick tick team Which means your 15 minutes is up, I'm sprinting And yeah, that dust you're chasing, that's mines and you're in it And I ain't gotta say who win it The only time I slow down is when and where I turn around and said, "Eat my dust," after I finish my cup You rap new jacks who rap You can do like Pookie from New Jack And go to the other side after you finish my dust Get burnt up by the other side like Pookie You'll end up another actor that died because he lied And now he resides inside of an urn from trying to earn trust I earn cause I don't trust nothing but my gun And my gut, this is how I'm cut Rich enough to cut one of you little bitty biting a** n***as Then you'll be rich from just getting a little bitty bit of my cut My b**h fly, bruh I'm hovering over you while I'm f**ing over you I'm holding her thighs up Tell your homies and friends that I'm f**ing the friendly skies up Don't think since kid Vish driving while I'm nodding out ignorant That I ain't riding around and I'm getting it Like 2 Chainz, in order for one of you lames to hit me You gotta find me and bomb me like I'm Saddam Hussein I can just keep doing it