Royce Da 5'9" - Rap on Steroids lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Philadelphia meet Detroit Time to shut your mouth (where your money at?) Now it's time to show these motherf**ers what's the fuss about (time to go!) What you dealing with lyrically? A couple lyricists who don't miss n***as ask if Black and Nickle get together for an album, what you gon' get? You gon' get rap on steroids, rap on steroids n***as that's silencers on the nozzle You won't feel the clap, you'll only hear the noise Ya'll got these hoes pegged so wrong while you hotel checkin' I gotta pay these hoes just to keep their clothes on like I'm Odell Beckham I'm flyer than a hat on Elroy I just took it back to the Jetsons I with the static like I got a Crooked I Near an open exit with a bad connection Cause no matter where you go You're f**ed if this rubber grip roll back in your direction What you lookin' at? That's for your protection This that rap on steroids, n***a, that rap on steroids I just spit more clairvoyant raps Than it take to make you half paranoid Clap a gun at any day or night Stand over his body then pray to Christ Like "you gave me life so I'm gon' throw you back one, dear lord" I'mma throw back one like Fab on the 'Gram Garage look like it's sponsored by Hasbro Got the whole ave going HAM Y'all don't know with what y'all are dealing I'm on every block, my team bigger Cause I rap anything I wanna got The only thing I don't got is feelings n***a my mind so clear Feels like every thought is visine drippin' No I'm not a lean drinker, but over that Fetty Wap I lean n***as This that.... [Hook: Assa**in] Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids [Verse 2: Black Thought] Y'all ran into me on the wrong day f** strong Jay, do gon' say Just bear arms, you in harms way You hear alarms, you in Bombay No Baghdad, get the gas mask Run break, do a mad-dash to that gun safe You un-safe in the right place to get blast at And that's anybody I stay on that anabolic I'm far from anatomically correct Ho's call me that anaconda Roll a sack of that Santa Barbara Lead poisonin' in the damn water Flint, Detroit, Ann Arbor Philadelphia and Harlem Boy range y'all damn problem Cemetery too damn crowded I'ma go get the jack hammer Go bury a body, don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it Everybody know everybody I'm be damned if I didn't hear about it Thought trifle the a**ault rifle Got a twin brother like Irv Gotti, I'm [?] Probably back on steroids Kinda like crack on steroids Lou Ferrigno super negro Gon' and pack your steroids n***a my memoir's Renoirs Everything I do is fine art Putting rappers in that pine box When that Black and Nickel Nine spark it's a problem All stemming from them steroids probably Got them coming back to Philly like it's h**n callin' American horror, this that Smith and Wesson revolver And if, life's a b**h we gon' Rohypnol her They call it.... [Hook: Assa**in] Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids [Outro: Royce Da 5'9", Black Thought, Eminem & Assa**in] Detroit we rappin' on Steroids, boy Philly we reppin' on Steroids, yeah All the rappers on steroids Say we rapping on steroids Nickle I'm rappin' on Steroids, boy Pesado rappin' on Steroids, yeah All the rap is on steroids Said we rapping on steroids I said I said every rap is on steroids Nuff a them a chat and them a make bare noise You don't wanna violate and make the K rise Them a say the rap is on steroids Nickle I'm rappin' on Steroids, boy Shady, I'm rappin' on Steroids!