Royce Da 5'9" - 5'9" + Won lyrics

[Verse One] [Royce Da 5'9"]: Shout out my n***a Pace Knot up a n***as face I play him with a 45 hit 'em with the ba**/base The caliber is a b**h like a judge in court when it spits at you Perhaps it'll hit you with a case Sealin' your fate cause you still a fake Feelin' brave, you've been led astray Meditate, homies still will pray On your leather, n***a levitate Talkin' 'bout you in a good space Till the metal put you in a better place b**h, you only been in two beefs like a set of steak I'm a heavyweight, I ain't never fake Dedicated my whole career to beef and b**hes instead of cake But I still got it 30 still wildin' on you Heard I'm still prolly servin' n***as ill product Real solid n***as will still k** 'bout him f** how you feel 'bout him [Scratch Hook]: "Next to step up" "Pacewon" "Rock the spot" "It's simple mathematics" "Grab the mic" "2-4-7 and" "Keep it hype" "Next to step up" "Pacewon" "All day in my ear" "Whatever you do" "When you see us next time punk step to the rear" [Verse Two] [Pacewon]: Shout out my n***a Royce If you try to diss him I'll flip and rip your lips off and kiss my a** with 'em Throw you in a ditch and have you missin', I'm the future Fightin' me is like tryin' to outsmart a computer I knew that any sooner you would shoot her with a brave heart I have you scareder than a kid at night in a graveyard If cats talk smack, I crack they dome And then chain 'em to a wall like in Black Snake Moan Like Muhammad Ali, just do my dance I don't even need chrome, I use my hands Actin' like Mike in a fight, I start bitin' it I'll frickin' punch your girl in the face I'm like Ike and 'em Frickin' raise my voice to the top and start riotin' Stress you till your body, it looks like you're dyin' in Beat me battle? The chances are narrow I get love like Cupid shot me in the a** with an arrow Won!