Royce Da 5'9" - 40/40 lyrics

Intro: ~Joe Budden~] Welcome to the 40/40! There's an age limit and dress a code No 80 year old rappers... And no motherf**ing... wallet chains and tight pants and colorful f**ing shirts! And don't come naked though, hahahahah! [Royce Da 5'9":] That motherf**ing beef ain't new to us! (whoooo!) Get off my computer nuts Before I go Freddie Foxx from the Flavor Unit bus! Plus, you know my La Costra Nostra I stretch a n***a out like he Rosa Acosta! Nope, you blew it! — I'm a boxer I could mop a lame "Oh, Let's Do It"! I hit you with the Waka Flocka (Flame!) I don't need backing, so there's no need for Shady (uh-huh!) There's no need for police, your homies, your lady! (HOE!) We can lace them up, Paperview, however you wanna do And then donate all the proceeds to Haiti! (whooo!) Your man's major! I keep a hitman with me that done took more people than Fantasia! [gunshots] (uhh!) I'm bonkers, I'm cuckoo! I'm beyond gonzo (cuckooooooooooooooooooooooo!) The rocket launcher is like part of my ensemble! (hahaha!) On top of that — I got n***as in Boston who got my back And they gon' a**ist me like Rajon Rondo! (whoo!) So f** peace! The day I quit beefin'be the same day I grow a hangnail on my bu*tcheek! My momma got fangs, my daddy got ducks feet! I was genetically predisposed to f** freaks! I'm like my n***a Joe B.! I ain't worry about the win as long as I get the girl in the end! (girl in the end!) (Ho!) Y'all n***as be dead, if looks could k** My money taller than y'all; y'all spending Bushwick Bills And y'all ghetto! (and y'all ghetto!) - Squeezing — you weak when I spark metal (whoo!) You leaking, therefore you're squeaking to falsetto! My sh** is nothing like you heard before Get it, right? My sh** is knocking like our words be doors! We can fight! (hahaha!) — That's right, put your dukes up And let you fist pump - like you on the Jersey Shore! (Jersey Shore!) Paranoia is my normal activity, I ghost you! Have you seeing "Paranormal Activity"? I roast you! When he rhyming (whoooo!) off the pa-tron! - You might wanna quit trying! He will burn you like Penny's mama offa Good Times! I'm fly as sh**, but grounded like the Gaza Strip! But let's be honest, I'm surrounded by a thousand tits! I claimed the town before I give you lames the crown You'll get it soon as Snoop gains a pound Hahaha! - We too vicious, plus we got pits in the back an' "Dirty Money" like them two b**hes Puffy backin' (Whooooooo-Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!) [Joe Budden:] Livin' off interest! - Stock exchange! But I'm watchin lames whos interest is wallet chains! What part of the game is this - bunch of dicks in the studio So I take mine elsewhere, I'm Rick Rubio! Homie make sure you speak to me sober One in the head - heat in holster don't care if you cross Country! (yeah!) - I'm there before the weekend's over And you'll be (YOU'LL BE!) swingin' at the air - no Wii controller! But I don't care to speak on chrome Hard to not live a movie when you got theater seats at home! No wonder she wanna chill, seat back with her friends She seen when I dump boo I let her keep that Benz! Dick got 'em actin' like they on a relapse binge! Start kickin' my door down like I don't need that hinge! The realest to ever do it, he a must in the game (game!) If you don't get the picture then readjust the frame! (Talk to 'em!) It's simple mathematics, Einstein! Learnt to walk a fine line off that battle sh**, it's grind time! (grind time!) Rap for hire! Call me if help is needed! I got this whole sh** covered - Darrelle Revis! (AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) So if you lookin for me I'm relaxing with a bird or Hell's Kitchen, asking for dessert! ('ey, 'ey!) So when I'm recordin' dummies become non-important They think the Book of Eli was written by Tom Coughlin I ain't with the trash talkin', that's distortion! (that's distortion!) Ma** extortion! - All of your raps is appallin! (n***a!) Want see me dead? I'll invite 'em to the funeral and they can keep the stains off my gla** coffin! (Gla** coffin!) Yep it's Joe, irregular flow! If your ones ain't Gayle King right next to a "O"! It's not a thing, just lie! Be the next to blow I don't need a private jet, just a window seat, exit row! And if I decide to peel arms - I'm interrupting With no pardon! - I ain't Mike Wilbon! From day one, he just speak his mind Cause looseleafs don't come with subtitles, can't read between the lines! But think anybody on your TV be In your top of elite three, then CC me! 5th gear! - We kickin' up dust mothaf**a! (DUST MOTHAfu*kA!) We only competin' with us mothaf**a! (FLOCKA!) [Outro: Joe Budden] Hope everybody had a good time out there! Huh? The... Ay! No entry allowed if you got the fake diamonds on neither! You can fool the b**hes, you can't fool us! The light hit it different! Make sure there's f**ing laces in your shoes too! Not all the funny sh** with the straps! We ain't 5, aight? And bring a notebook! Learn something n***a! Huh? You f** of a f** n***a you! Hehh! You a un-f**able f** n***a, man! Who's your f**ing hair stylist? Hehehehe! Hey! Don't talk to me if you got a hair stylist! Better have a barber! n***a! Hehe! Happy new year! We only exuding positive energy! Slaughterhouse! One more thing... check it! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh