[Royce Da 5'9"]   Uhh, yeah   Royce 5-9, my nigga Bow Tie   My nigga Cee, Six July   Gangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhh   Gangsta, niggaz is gangsta      Yo, I'm out here all day   From when you hear the sounds of the car skiddin   Then start dickin, gangsta from start to the finish   Whassup - never socialable, nigga we too disposable   If I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you quicker   Go 'head, try somethin - live or die by these numbers   I'd rather live paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel it   Stay out his path, he's chaotic and mad   Pull a K out and blast, and treat every day like his last   I'm just a street nigga rhymin some words   Dabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddle   Prefer for battle; most deserved   in highest level in cowboy status is not from herdin cattle   One strange guy, I'm – nuttin like you mayn   Guns all look the same to the un-trained eye   Easy to find, tell me how a gorilla can hide   The realest nigga breathin, ain't no nigga realer alive      [Chorus x2: Royce]   Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)   Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble).   Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)   Y'all niggaz in trouble, you don't want this      [Bow Tie]   It's the black Elmer Fudd, fuck a mansion and a yacht   I got a project buildin, weed runnin on the block (c'mon)   A sweet tooth for chronic, shit got me speakin in ebonics   Killer cracker, respect me for my talent   Sniff 'em out like a bloodhound   Like they bag mills out in Vegas on the Greyhound   I never plead guilty, come to court filthy   Lawyer drunk off Henny, parole violators with me   And still I walk cause it's real   Take they ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil', now that's a deal   Filthy rich at his best   Love hell I write, with a 7 on my chest   I come, real street knowledge, boulevard trade school   Paid dues, cause niggaz know I honor the rules   Left no clues, X found, case is closed   While you go against the grain, with a plane of fo's   Take that slang to go, with the rubber handle steel   Spit dum-dums at labels, with a 50-50 deal   Explode to your guts, that part left hollow   Show the world your nuts, I'm the hoodlum role model   To all the competition that'll follow   Just remember damage to the 99th power   No one knows the hour, that the Bow will strike   Took the sword from Hitler, that they stuck in Christ   Now who's nice? .. Now who's nice?      [Chorus]      [Cee]   Yo, you see the press is too hot (uh-huh) when you rush my flows   I got, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blows   What you never heard this voice, it's big Cee from the state   (where you from nigga?) Where we pimp hustle hard, bang it out for the weight   Eyes wide, cause me and my niggaz organize crime   You either get it in the streets, or runnin from the jail lines   My game's at command, I show the world my status   It's filthy to the death blastin black automatics   You niggaz talk pain, he will catch these shells   Twenty-three hours on lockdown, one out your cell   I know it sounds sick, when you deal in this form   My city, the home where the killers is born   Close capture, East and West, now that you have to   leave a little room for this Midwest rapture   And there's no endin, to the words I spit   I sacrifice my soul for this filthy rich shit (gangsta shit)      [Chorus]      [Outro]   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah   Y'all niggaz know it's trouble, y'knamsayin?   I got my Detroit niggaz   I got my New York niggaz   I'm a Chi-Town nigga   And it's goin down for the new millenium motherfuckers!