Royce Da 5'9" - Who Got Bodied (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Now I don' told this n***a to shut his mouth I guess he wasn't hearin' me I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security It's clear to me he'll f** up his own cash Take your little freestyle and shove it up your a** Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs" Your foolish pride gonna f** around and put you on the loosin' side Who got bodied? n***a, you sick? Then I'm a hot tattie Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby I'm a sound off This n***a's a clown y'all Fifty n***as with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car Shows over Bozo No mo', I'm back Time to face the music, I'ma just straight up abuse him He choose to, diss But he know not what he gettin' While he's spittin' funny sh**, I'm gettin' money b**h Blllaah! C'mon I'm a product of my environment He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement He go at me I hit him asap Take that Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom) He's probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at Where the f*gs migrate and give each other AIDS at They told me you ain't the pistol type So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke Get you a whoopin' like Whoopie You steppin' in another circle I wear purple label you just wear The Color Purple Everything about your lame flow represents Everything hoe in every color in the rainbow Sayin' Proof's name will get you strangled Let my n***a rest or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' with the angels I'm fly You a fly fisher You lie You die Goodbye Zip 'em up [x4] [Verse 2] C'mon You showed you ain't got respect soon as you diss me so sudden So when you bow it better look like you toe touchin' I'm so f**in' ridiculous with the flow cousin I pack heat and I will give you the whole oven Coke, h**n, flower, f** it the whole cupboard No publishin' for this f**in', I'm so stubborn I threw the bait You took it, I'm on the boat buzzin' Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden [Verse 3] Budden said the battle was embarra**in' Comparison This sh** here more embarra**in' So I'ma use his beat to merk you And maybe he'll see that I'll merk him too I'm just playin' my n***a Buddens, you cool I'm just f**in' with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+ This Mistah f*g, he's a waste of my time And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this rhyme It ain't beef But I would like to shoot your j**eler Your charm look like some kind of retarded school bus All you missin' is the "duh" and the drool The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look n***as get shook when Malcolm speaks There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat Y'all two doin' an album together Ooh sh** Okay, I got a sample for you Loop this: [circus employee talking] Step right up! Step right up! Let me guess your weight I just flew in from San Francisco and boy are my arms tired! Step right up and watch me shoot through bullets out of my sleeve I'm so f**in' funny. Let's take it to The Bay baby [Background] Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny. I'm a clown, with no money Every Monday, I get a haircut. To wear a t-shirt and jeans with airbrush I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a real fat ? before me It's not corny. He's still here too. But I don't care cause, I'm so funny [Verse 4] The streets will teach you I love for The Bay n***a, Skee my people The problem is, you think lyrically my equal But that don't balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you You be the b**h n***a we be the sh** You never slang like 40 You tryin' to be legit/B-Legit I will eat your soul My pieces glow cause they freezin' These hoes is Keshia Cole I'll put you in the hospital You ain't the only one that got riddled I got two Check it One Flabby, Fabby, f** you f**ed yo mammie, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son Two Yeah, p**y thought you took me Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care So what's the fuss 'bout Turn your girl's mouth to a Yukmouth Nut, turn her out to a s*ut house Who got bodied? [Sample of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song] "Trick hates your guts and Proof ain't never like you" "I f** with real Detroit n***as like Chedda Boys" [Royce whispering throughout] Ask about me [Verse 5] I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye y'all This n***a been dead since the eighth bar But I'm tryin' to overk** him Standin' over the silly n***a holdin' a shottie With a spear shootin' at him Till his body disappears Look a here I will put your crew in boxes I done put whole crew in boxes And it's best he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him Put him out with the tools or boxing So think about your next move I will let you choose your option Top ten Dead or alive And I got soldiers You cast your little punk a** stones at me, I throw back boulders! Oh yeah It's over, hold that n***a this is G's up, I speed up right where you slow at Lyrically you Borat Boring Do anything for a laugh You know that's....annoying It's sounds that perhaps you doubt me Well If you ever ever make it to my city, ask about me Your luck over Cause all you tried to do is be famous So now you famous nationwide for gettin' f**ed over Boy pay up I ball, this a fo' sho' lay up I'm playin' chess with a Connect Four player! [Chorus] It's obvious I hear you talkin' loud I'm clappin' all day like I'm cheerin' in the crowd I'm bout to catch a body I'm a bust a mag boy I'm bout to catch a body I'm a bust a mag boy I'll k** y'all! If you ain't never ran from a n***a Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin' Get runnin'! If you ain't never ran from a n***a Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin' Get runnin'! [Outro: Chedda Boy & Trick Trick dissing Mistah F.A.B.]