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

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

"Mr. Porter has asked me to warn you That this next joint may harm your speakers Especially if you're riding in a whip with a sh**ty system Ha ha ha, I made a brainy." [Intro] Uhh {"As we proceed, to give you what you need"} 5'9" motherf**ers Get live motherf**ers [Royce Da 5'9"] Get ready {"Cause this ain't"} FUNNY! {"My name's"} 5'9" and I'm about to get MONEY! If you could name another n***a that can do it Quite the way I do it I will have to say I blew it Biggie, Pun, 'Pac'll say "I knew it, homie is the truest" So let your cronies know you're only phony as your crew is When that beat start, droppin and that heat start, poppin Now that "Street Hop" is knockin OxyContin, crack, coke, weed Her-o-in; we're, cho-sen OxyContin, crack, coke, weed Her-o-in; we're {dope dope.."} n***a stop jockin, if I ain't like God then God is just like me Firin squad, I am so fly God can sight me I am me, I am simply my own envy I'm jealous of myself, by all means [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm {"Fresh!"} Tell you da-da-da-ding, call me Cause {"We are"} {"Fresh!"} Dope boy {"Fresh!"}... {"Today's agenda"} Hip-Hop {"n***as bleed"} dick shots {"There's never been a n***a this good for this long"} {"Today's agenda"} f** y'all hoes {"Get money"} I'm so dope boy, rock-rock star {*scratched*: "Fresh! Fresh!"} [Royce Da 5'9"] + (Mr. Porter) Triumphant, honestly I am just here to get clear Like Niacin dietin bullets take a n***a weight away from him Like Jared from Subway, tryin to get full and I am the bull and you ridin, blow your puddin inside of your hooded I'm out of my mind, +ketchup+ or y'all'll be Heinz I am (I'm just playin wit y'all n***as!) Sinister pimpin with benefits {"I put the gun to ya"} {"Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya"} And use a sample to finish my sentences Y'all n***as extra, I call all my n***as comin to get ya I call all my b**hes Carmen Electra Extra {"b*tch!"} Read all about me Newspaper, move fakers, food taker, I'm starvin I bombard you so pardon like I'm fartin The one comes with a bullet, that goes beyond chartin You couldn't finish what I'm startin [Hook] [Mr. Porter] ... I'm just playin wit y'all n***as!