Royce Da 5'9" - I'm Back lyrics

[Verse 1: Knonam] These rappers wanna talk like their walk is bad But somebody please tell 'em that their posture's bad If I see 'em with a lot of cash I'm gonna stop and grab another shot, put it on his tab And by the way, I just called a cab So tell that rapper if he really wants his wallet back That he should probably get a pocket with a lock, 'cuz damn These little motherf**ers knew I pickpocket cats (It's k**a K) .com, with a shotgun co*ked in hand And shotgun to your Ma's sedan I spit shots at 'em walking past Now, we shot more holes in his grill than a hockey mask Look, you better watch it man This white boy is lit, keep on burning like a Nazi flag Cousin, this ain't a f**ing game of Yahtzee man Black masks and I punch, pop-lock, and, yeah Two shots to grab them young dudes Probably never even knew that 2Pac was black And these girls wanna stop me like "That's what Maury Povitch said." b**h, I am not your dad Look, they never knew I would've caused a crash Between a car full of cops and a mazda van You never would've guessed I would've socked your man Off two beers, a wrong look, and a shot of Yak Cause I'm back Like boss, k**ers, I am the boss brother The wrong mother f**er you was tryin' to cross Cause I'm like back like ghetto blasters in the ghetto Lettin' to that heavy metal blast til' I'm back in the ghetto Cause I'm back like Pac and Biggie, Nas and Fifty Off the city blocks like it was bronx and philly Cause I'm back like *Illmatic*, still at it Still got it, sk** better than real k**as that pack *Stillmatics* [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, Royce 5'9, Knonam what up, Minneapple, what up Show you how I do where I'm from I'm from the city where mother f**ers wearin' big chains Whippin' Ranges, apparently carryin' big things Bury you I don't care who you is, you will get the same Be prepared cause the barrel he carryin goes Now, come inside the mind of a mobster Modified like nine times, more powerful than Mazdas With the kinda arms that harm, you are not responsive You can say I'm Sadaam, b**h ain't I the bomb [Verse 3: Knonam] Now he ain't messin' with me, you best believe He gonna be leakin' out of his head It's expertise, he's gonna be restin' in peace I'm talkin dead, cause he tested Immediately following these three questions (Why) You keep lookin at me, (Why) you keep starin at me, n***a (Why) You keep grillin' at me, my pistol 'bout to go BOOM You can flip the semi-auto Clips and lick a shot at the kid And still miss anything I'm pimpin' on them Or get up out it Cause I'm crazy enough To hit you with a tire swing while the kids are still sitting on it You better change your top 10 Of Minnesota rappers in the game When I aim he's dropped It ain't no maybe spot It's a break that top to replace it with some 80's pop Cause I got that eagle And they never saw me coming until I ran like a flock of seagulls So I'mma drop that sequel And they can't call me underground rap cause I'm not beneath you What's beef? Beef is something you cook until it's done And you add a little ketchup and eat it between a bun Beef is when I eat you Right before you're in the ICU with no teeth Cause I'm back Like boss, k**ers, I am the boss brother The wrong mother f**er you was tryin' to cross Cause I'm like back like ghetto blasters in the ghetto Lettin' to that heavy metal blast til' I'm back in the ghetto Cause I'm back like Pac and Biggie, Nas and Fifty Off the city blocks like it was bronx and philly Cause I'm back like *Illmatic*, still at it Still got it, sk** better than real k**as that pack *Stillmatics* It's like Cool J, jackets, and broke chains The hip hop biz what crack is to c**aine Still be the baddest in '08 Reincarnating the cla**ic like jazz did with Coal Train Yeah with the fabric I sew Paint pictures of Andy Warhol on the canvas with no paint Practicing on a Campbell's can Until the rap became what Warhol did with Marilyn Monroe's Face Straight cla**ic like Illmatic Had it before Jay could diss him when he sampled The Doors Take over five to one the grind is done You're so behind the gun that the hammer's your nose ring Sneeze and the barrel explodes Tearing a hole out your face big enough to stick your hand in the whole thing God bless you Catch you walking your baby nuts round the block I'll Chuck Liddel you Hands off I'll Frank Shamrock your sh** And toss that grappling on you I'll sock that Whole face off your sh** the cast and ? Or stand off like Jay, Cam'ron and ? I swear beefing with me is a reason to leave your bedside I'll Tito Ortiz your ??? Christopher Reeves your back I'll roll up on you, change your style to 80's chains, all that foil? Cause I'm back Like boss, k**ers, I am the boss brother The wrong mother f**er you was tryin' to cross Cause I'm like back like ghetto blasters in the ghetto Lettin' to that heavy metal blast til' I'm back in the ghetto Cause I'm back like Pac and Biggie, Nas and Fifty Off the city blocks like it was bronx and philly Cause I'm back like *Illmatic*, still at it Still got it, sk** better than real k**as that pack *Stillmatics* I... Will... Not... Lose [Outro: Dane Cook] Yeah, I said it like that, I said it like that God bless you Which, you know, is God bless you But it kinda sounded like Cover your f**in' mouth Yeah, incognito