Royce Da 5'9" - 8-11 lyrics

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Royce Da 5'9" - 8-11 lyrics

[Girl signing]: 8/11 All must fall All must fall All must fall 8/11 All must fall All must fall All must fall [Royce talking]: Jeah. I'mma tell y'all motherf**ers one thing right now. I just spilt my motherf**in' liquor in this booth and I'm UPSET. Slaughterhouse is in the building. 8/11 album in stores. Nickle nine is in the building. You want a problem? It's yours [Verse One]: I am God's concoction of Molotov breathin' Put inside an out and lost region I am law, king and I eat body, buy 'em all blingin' Powder or weed, know I got it all seasoned And you should just agree that you could be a G And you can do the Shady thang, you can flip the E Like the fifth letter in my n***a Shady's name You f**in' with the head conductor of the gravy train I gotta thank the shooters Cause they the reason n***as go missin' flyin' over that Triangle that ain't Bermuda So what you speakin' 'bout? It's ironic that I'm stayin' at The Palms and that's what your b**h eatin' out I ain't that worried 'bout what you want to do to me What the world would like to do to Dr. Conrad Murray I'll be flow, switchin' so much it's almost a given [Verse Two]: Who they gon' compare us to? This is not a contest Slaughterhouse is a bionic bomb threat This is God's doin' not a concept This is not a contract We are not The Four Horsemen, we are beyond that Respect to Wu cause that respect was due But we will step to any of the rest of you If you ain't the Random Axe I don't see how you can relax Let me repeat If you ain't the Random Axe I don't see how you can relax This is open season on any group, hammer back You can jump in front of that barrel if you wanna You on that marijuana, I'm high I'm feelin' like a pharaoh hailing from Ghana Shark in that water though I am a whale of a problem Back up the Bird like I'm Kevin McHale, I got 'em He a beast, you need to stay on your tippy toes to see his feets I let the re-up speak I'll let you owe me, playin' PSP, while I let the homies play that GPS So street thugs I recruit, I salute That way I ain't gotta spill your cheap blood on my suit What it cost me to tailor this, them n***as would k** for They don't ask if it's rap beef or if it's real war I'm the best n***a out, cut and dry done No matter what you up to/two, I won/one The combination of lion hearts and fine art We like a modern day tribe you couldn't pry apart If we ain't competing with the Juice Crewers Busta Rhymes sittin' us down to Leaders Of The New Schoolers DJ Premier is sayin' "Wow!" Bun B, M.O.P., askin' n***as how This is done in a way where it works for the betterment of everyone involved It's intelligent, it's awesome Before we had the block sayin', "Yeah, we f** with y'all." But now we got the Lox sayin', "Yeah, we f** with y'all." This is legendary, d**h to new groups We cuttin' n***as short like the end of February This is straight up pioneer driven I ain't stoppin' till I am is where Em is I'm the template for the I Am There premise Like a bu*t naked snitch, bare witness This is the undertaking I am the dead business August 11th n***as