Throw Back

"Throw Back"
 (R) You niggaz can hold it (O) cause I am a throwback (Y)
 I'm spilling these cold raps, cause I am a soldier (C)
 You should've been told that (E) cause I am a throwback
 I'm spilling these cold raps, you feeling the soldier
 You niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback (5)
 I'm spilling these cold raps (9) you feeling the soldier
 Cause you niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback
 I'm spilling these cold raps, I am a soldier (yeah) I... begone
 Raps wolf is BACK, to attack crooks is BACK
 The slap snares, and CLAP at the tracks foot (yeah)
 I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you
 And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes wit dudes
 Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they GO
 See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers
 Put the piece to ya dome, do you at peace wit the chrome
 Peel ya Cap, eat you, and pick my teeth wit ya bones
 I'm from the city of GATORS, haters I dealt wit them dudes
 If you don't like me, then likely I'll make a belt wit ya shoes
 Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good
 Flow is sold, before any nigga rag on your hood
 I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me wit them
 Truest at the beginning, and truer when it's do to your end
 I'm just selling my game, for cheddar forever
 My intelligent brain, is clever when spelling my name, like
 I'm back to call the advantage, have you and on bananas
 And hands rep, rap +Grand Theft Auto+ mechanic
 I'm bout to tighten my plugs, bout to be fighting in clubs
 Ya blood might give me love, and likely highten my buzz
 Ya type is simply a bitch, and fighting wit me's a risk
 I might empty my clip, if the hype will get me my niche
 I'm out in front of ya, guns out
 Bout to knock ya fronts out, boxing about to drop without Columbia
 I spit this venom myself, me independence is felt
 Finish wit Slim and his help, long as he winning I'm good
 Long as I'm known as one of the most vicious
 MC's spittin from the "D", low and behold and mitten
 This is how I rose you bitches, Rock City chosen niggaz
 We stole this, on our road to riches
 I'll show you the golden picture, glow, lock
 Product is fears, I'm soda pop, like Hova, Pac, and Big
 I go beyond bootleggers, they slow me down, but HEY
 I'm holding my ground, long as the stolen sound should PLAY
 5'9" is a winner, I speak to keep the progression
 My views take you to school, my piece'll teach you a lesson
 Never been deep in the streets, I can't be somethin I'm not
 Test me and get to know me, I'll put you inside of a box
 Chalked and signing off and, put ya hands on me now
 Later they lay on ya chest, crossed inside a coffin
 The .30 Caliber SHOT, who wanna take home
 Where they give you wounds, you goons could put a stape on
 All them hoe ass niggaz could DO, is cry wit the children
 And PRAY, if I was a civilian for a day
 I'd take a glance at my daddy - another me
 Raise my hand on the stand like Shaggy - "It wasn't me" (yeah)
 I will melt you, smell the aroma of a coma
 I'm coming to get you, I will help you SPELL!
 Yeah it's on, my name is Royce 5'9"
 My nigga Ty Fyffe, we gone