Royce Da 5'9" - It's Over lyrics

(Strick) What, Silky Don Entertainment That n***a Strick, Royce the 5'9 Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo I'm the type to show up to the studio Write that sh**, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?" I'm the next n***a to boom, I a**umed ya'll already knew that Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat Have your label faxin my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?" It's a true fact, when you rap, the crowd boo that And more than a few cats agree you shouldn't even do rap What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT Your girl's a true rat, so when I f**ed her I wore two hats So move back you little newjack 'Fore you f** around and do some sh** that get not only you But your whole crew whacked Too strong and I'm too black And pack not one but two gats And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat (Royce) The veteran that'll never retire Devilish, judge the red in my eye Judge the nine instead of my size Ahead of my time, the second coming of a legend in rhymes That'll shine whenever I die We never lie, you'll never get by I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubs You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted Pits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to shoot You givin me the key to your coupe Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the five Wavin the tec out the window, clip touchin the tire sh** is over (Chorus) sh** is over, sh** is over The sh** is over, the sh** is over Cuz ain't nobody f**in wit us Ain't nobody f**in wit us sh** is over, sh** is over, BYE BYE sh** is over, sh** is over Cuz ain't nobody f**in wit us Ain't nobody f**in wit us (Strick) Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's, my dad's an alcoholic So last night, I forgot to drive drunk and hit you Talk lots of junk and diss you Pop the trunk and split you Sick n***a, you don't really want it wit Strick, n***a Freestyle or written sh**, take your pick, n***a Bring your click n***a, I'll swing a stick n***a Wit hotter rhymes, I'm outta control and you outta line I got alot of rhymes, and I'ma spit till you outta rhymes The hot sh**, you better off tryin to change the topic I pop sh** to let ya'll n***as know ya'll not sh** Hit the curb swervin in a hot whip You a punk and I'm here And you probably the one that flunked when I got skipped Incredible rhymin and f** wit n***as for fun Buck at n***as wit guns, you duck from n***as and run So who's the illest n***a that you know? (Who is it?) Now ask that n***a who's the illest n***a that he know I'll bet he say me, yo The only thing bigger than my dick is my ego I rip and it's over, while you stare at the chip on my shoulder Ya'll don't want none of me Not only will I have ya'll scared to bust But you won't even discuss rap in front of me The odds-on favorite to say sh** Then have your crew tellin you that n***a Strick's nuttin to play wit Save it for a rainy day I'll pick the tec up, aim and spray And permanently take your pain away, what Chorus *only first 4 lines* (Royce) What what you're not in a least, above gettin shot in the street I show up at cyphers and they scatter like I'm the police Now we got a bunch of drug-connected thugs on records Stripped bu*t-naked runnin when they blood is tested All ya'll n***as stink, real n***as know what a b**h smell like Tell you how we tell lies, tell what he wear his hair like You can't amaze the amazing, change your ways We plant bodies, throw stones wit the names engraved The games you play, make me point this thing your way My n***as rob for consistency, a chain a day I'm about as humble as I can pretend to be A real n***a's best friend, a b**h n***a's worst enemy It don't hurt, it offends me The chrome bursts in a frenzy It's gon' work till it's empty Just makin sure that my gun shoots fastin than yours And I'm chasin you, and my bullets is chasin yours Chorus (Royce) Yeah, Big Strick, Royce the 5'9 Tommy Boy meets Rock-A-Block Silky Don