Royce Da 5'9" - Knuckle Up lyrics

[Hush] + (Royce) What? (Knuckle up) Yeah.. (Whatchu say?) Hush (Uhh uhh, Royce Nickel-Nine) Yeah, we represent Detroit Rock City (And we'll fu*k you up!) Yo, yo, yo! [Hush] You're f**in with a straight-up menace That'll run inside your apartment complex and start sprayin tenants I stick ba*tards for a wealthy scheme Punch through your chest and snatchin out your self-esteem Stabbin your spleen, precise like a javelin team Grabbin the green, quicker than a crack and a fiend Quick draw, faster than it takes you to blink I spit thoughts, faster than it takes you to think You catchin a sink, drownin in whatever you drink I'm huntin you down, bustin at your leather or mink I'm meltin your ice, I'm heated in your average rink Lockin it down, and rockin like I'm trapped in the clink Slappin a freak, trappin every rat or a fink Fast with the ink, blast you out your hat or your link Shatter your teeth, every time you chatter or breathe Unravel your cream, Detroit it's ether that or the bing Hush, I get madder and mean Matter of fact, all of y'all get splattered in three - pieces Just your body and arms in shirts sleeveless Beggin for Jesus, before your heart collapses and seizes Who needs this, crush the fine line I'll be on the phone callin my boys and 5'9" Detroit city cats that are born with nine lives And I use that are yours, you better shoot me nine times! [Hook 2X: Hush] + (Royce) Knuckle up! If you see us cop a plea and duck Knuckle up! (When you see us in the streets in a truck) Knuckle up! If you see us droppin B's in a buck Knuckle up! (When you see us in the D, n***a what!) [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh uhh.. yo yo, yo I done took more b**hes off more n***as hands And, more n***as ran from po-po's in a van Stick to my word so I don't threaten n***as no more If I make you a promise then it's safe to say that it's honest My guns, tired from being fired, while yours sit on the shelf I'm like a sole concept in itself Chokin my weapon, burnin your vest In 2G, rap n***as learn from the best and hope to be set Knuckle up - I don't depend on my toast to spark Wrap my fingers around your neck and let the chokin start I'mma be on top pissin 'til I soak the charts You don't like me but I'm still here like Rosa Parks A flow is a flow, so - lo and behold the art I listen to you and go, "ehh," on your dopest part I don't do these open mics, I tear shows apart Whodie I'm a +Hot Boy+, you get roasted dark First n***a to hit the flow is smart Last n***a that hit the flow you 'bout to see him and his folks depart Bling bling - chain glow in the dark More flooded with mo' ice, cold-blooded with a frozen heart He's not street smart, he only knows the park But we can share this rap pie long as he knows his part If you was even close to smart, you know I roll with sharks And dogs that bite and only supposed to bark [Hook] - 2X