(feat. Frank V, Mr. Sancho, OG Spanish Fly, Yogi) [Royal T] Motherfucking chronic Sticky icky Homeboy You want some money? Motherfucker, you're fucking
good You's a wanna be thug never busting a slug so motha fuck ya hood punk Now onto a bigger hoe named 'Royal T' It's the shadow of your death fool remember
Fly, Mad Dog, Maniac it's all the same I be flipping off the cops in my hood, it ain't no thang This some baller shit, bump it loud when you're in your
till the break of dawn I'ma keep you in my mind and put you in my next song Ain't nothing wrong with a little bump and grind Like Royal T said you will
all we wanna do Is get you in the groove On the Westside [Royal T] Now who's that vato in the 600, blunted It's the Royal homey, America's Most Wanted
niggas can't fuck with my word My poetry silk, defeat who's suppose to be ill Vocals be real, I pulled ya card and told you the deal [Rah Bump] But now
back in these streets So you don't have to worry 'bout me On the creep And I don't want you ever to try to Play me cheap Cuz I don't sleep around Because
lookin' Aquafina clear If you don't like it, come dispute it, do your best to disappear Yeah, you know what it is, don't call me Chamillionaire Now the
they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L, if you disagree Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail With
with the matchin' hats Remember the Real Roxanne remember all (?) Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't
of the scanners Not tryna get my frame in a camera Avoid tabloids and front pages Bumps get knocked off and bumped for favors Collect Trump papers with pumps and gauges Royal
these streets So you don't have to worry bout me, on the creep And I don't want ya ever try to play me cheap 'cause I don't sleep around Because it'
your back in these streets So you don't have to worry 'bout me on the creep And I don't want you ever to try to play me cheap 'Cuz I don't sleep around
with the matchin' hats Remember the Real Roxanne remember all [? ] Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't
the break of dawn I'ma keep you in my mind and put you in my next song Ain't nothing wrong with a little bump and grind Like Royal T said you will never
KNOW where they gon' send me (let's go!) You don't! But all the real folk roll with me You won't! So I'm a hold down yo' city You want me, shawty, now
nut in her eye and made her deal with it The straight bump, y'all, yeah you best agree Whatever that sess do don't let you come next to me Mentally, I
