Throw Back (feat. Ingrid Smalls)

"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