Royce Da 5'9" - sh** on U lyrics

* to the beat of D-12's "sh** on You" [Royce Da 5'9"] Hahaha, yeah yeah, haha No offense to my two n***as Y'all know who y'all are, it's personal Motherf**er, you hear me? I know I ain't get back to you You dissed me a while ago, I just caught it I couldn't understand what yo' fat-a** was sayin! It's all good though (I will sh** on you) I'm home, it's time for us to talk to each other n***a.. (f**, you) Yo yo, I heard you on DJ bu*ter, you ain't slick Somewhere in between a st-st-stutter and punch diss I was like, "Huh, what the f** is this? Why the f** this lame n***a tryna f** with this?" You was talkin real reckless, you dissed the king Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring Crawl 'fore you walk, don't get caught without your gat Somebody shoulda taught you how to talk before you rap I know about how you gotta get walked though your verse n***as tryna teach you how you talk all through your verse The streets, magazines still knockin your verse On your verse, n***as just look at they watch in reverse I'm about realism - as far as a fat n***a That raps and rapes kids, I don't see the vision You do front, me you admire You told the truth once like, "I'm a compulsive liar!" Insecure n***as take offense to the line All in my my sh** when I'm mentionin mines Yo it's on, better tell Von stick to the rhymes You better run and get Swift when I get to the nine It should be, Wall Street y'all and Slum V But no, nope, you runnin rhyme like Young Zee Heh, you was a clown in school Only n***a on stage in a costume, now the world is clownin YOU Share it for the rap - arrestin the big fat bear That got him jumpin the character to rap Uhh, n***a GIMME this mic, you ain't doin it right You call yourself a idiot, I'm just provin you right This is strong over the weak, long career over deceased And me doin you wrong over your beat You speak when you see me but you talk the flow f**in clown, smile n***a, honk your nose (honk honk!) You probably look at it like I'm makin a big deal But n***a that's what I do, I make big deals Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they proud raise And watch the little people split the pie five ways n***a go play, matter fact, catch up I am six figures bigger and my books kept up Y'all a rap boy band; you testin me now? Y'all a group with one star like Destiny's Child fu*k THAT! No n***a, how can I relate To a group with four dudes that's easily replaced? I erase n***as when they talk backwards (what?) I call Paul and have him write you off on his taxes I'm a solo artist, you just one of the crew Fans comin up to y'all like, "Which one is you?" You the fat one! Tell 'em that's your name You will tell a joke whenever too, that's your game Yeah, who cares if you've been on tour, you don't come off n***a all you do is run on stage and run off Yeah, one loose cannon - that's strange Cause the only cannon in the crew is planted wherever Proof's standin I speak to Em and Proof, I'm speakin with love Them my n***as, y'all sissy n***as keepin a grudge I don't give a fu*k n***a, you get beat up with gloves And if you want beef, f** it, you can meet up with Bugz I'll sh** on you! You fat motherf**er Aiyyo cut that sh**! f** that n***a You diss me you gon' get dissed back, n***a Yo' mama, muh'f**er And I beat yo' a**, Wall Street ho