Royce Da 5'9" - What We Do lyrics

{​​​*Commercial plays*}​​​ [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, still you lame, high as it be If I'm ya highness in ya streets, I can honestly compete Wit any n***a, feel the pain, my odyssey just creeps Peep a n***a silver chain, no diamonds in the peice I been chillin on dog for years... now you hard? I got scars bigger in ya individual career Who the f** is Denaun, he don't even write rhymes Actin like he rap harder then who - the Kon Artis is you Now you get spoken up on how the heats on you n***a you must be smokin and jokin Slim got 50, and now it's time for change Shady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed And you can't even stop it Em got 50 Cent, the rest of you n***as change in his pocket Don't you n***as see he let you come and get twisted And you dissin me, but you n***as is unfinished business SMUCK you n***as tryna be On every other n***as nuts, in the industry you findin me From Busta Rhymes to Jay-Z to Nas to ME! Didn't see me, yet them n***as won't you to rhyme wit peeks n***as is HIDIN in the streets, lyin on me It's funny, cause they paint a picture like I be in TONS of beef Be out every night fightin, provin sh** Jealous a** n***as, I ain't gotta prove sh**! That means you could die from the felt response Fear my next move like, Eminem huggin on Elton John Except Y'ALL playin career Russian Roulette There will never be another D-12 album n***a, what you bet Who ain't eatin, I'mma star, n***a, on my 4th deal I'm so full, I'm feelin fatter then Bizarre MINUS the shower cap, and them dirty-a** Nike's Minus the stutter, minus the ugly-a** wife Y'all don't know what it takes to win, n***a I'll spar up wit ya boss, we made each other show up late to the gym So I said it - you n***as is whack That n***a ask me my opinion, is it true, don't fall for that n***a step unto the turf, everybody think y'all WHACK What you gon' write a diss record to the earth? You n***as is Shady statistics, the whole world know Who the broke-a** crew, wit the radio hits is Warren's n***as is takin ya pictures, you just dummy's You less money then Slim spends on Hailie for Christmas I know Slim see the mistakes that he made Treatin y'all like Dre treated Hittman, and Lady of Rage Even them n***as is smarter then y'all n***as, the cloth That I whip my f**in gun down, is harder then y'all Ya hustle is over, the rhyme bout is through I got ya coach on the sideline, touchin his shoulder TIMEOUT - it's over, it's over