[Royce Da 5'9"]   Yeah.. nigga pick up yo', hands and pretend   just like if it's a, show - the lyrical cut throat   He can and we will show, you BRRTTT, stick up yo'   man with his pis-tol, hand over his (HO!)   Lo and behold, plenty soldiers is rollin   The road that they own is the one where they go   When they gets me the pinnacle of the nigga   hold-in the pencil, any flow, nigga pick one (HO!)   I treat my rhyme like heat my mind   Might be like keen-eye sight   I treat y'all like "Three Blind Mice"   You can't hit what you can't see, the M.I.C. (HO!)   This is the shit that you wish you could spit   when you sit and you listen to the clique that is swift with the written   The poetry depicted officially blowin you little niggaz away   Bout to switch up the flow, soon as you hear me say (HO!)      [Chorus: Royce]   Make, that flow; switch, that flow   Get, different when you hear me say (HO!)   Make, It Count; step, yo' game up   When you hear me say (HO!)   Make, that flow; switch, that flow   Get, different when you hear me say (HO!)   .. get wild (whyllllle out!) Whyle out (HO!)      [Cutty Mack]   Long as I'm breathin I'm street bitch   Cut Throat ain't changin but the flow might switch      ... A whole Army with shit   That'll hit you in under five minutes, barkin bitch   Starvin pitt, to the point of do or die   Whether CRACK-in around or the MAC by my side (HO!)   ... Money to burn, hustle to earn   Bullets return, shots from the curb, dodgin a drought   Makin It Count, slang in the South, bang out a house   Coke by the ounce, weighin it out, that's what I'm 'bout nigga (HO!)   ... The call done, hit me   The law come, quickly; nerves in a, frenzy   Flush the work, quickly; room drawers, empty   Two heaters, with me; three flow; sickly (HO!)      [Chorus]      [Rell]   Let it touch your brain, what I brung was flame   Plus my whole gang doin the same thang      Take it and keep movin, homies is straight cruisin   Quick with the waist movement, go get your eight losers   How you take amusement, never fake I shoot it   A.K. or Ruger, we heavy with them uzi's (HO!)   Face the facts, y'all spittin basement raps   I'm on wax with some dangerous cats with a guage attached   The rifle the brace attached to the bat   I pull it back and squeeze until it claps (HO!)   Amazin vision, I gaze at the days I'm livin   the fast life with a rave of women   Today is givin, I wake without a stay in prison   And I hang with gangsta niggaz - muh'fucker! (HO!)      [Chorus]      [June]   Always on deck, what you expect   Mic is a way of life, he leadin the set      Now, June's up in this muh'fucker   And I want all y'all to know (all y'all)   You can go any time, so why waste time?   As I get right to my flow, y'all don't hear me though (HO!)   Why play yourself? (why?) Why risk your health? (why?)   Why waste my time? (why?) Learn how to rhyme (uhh)   Get you some game (uhh) get you a name   Gotta not be lame, y'all sound the same, yeah (HO!)   They back's against the wall now (now)   I'm came with some bangers who came for the get-down   My style, can't take what you can spread 'round   I'm multiple figures in riches, so what now? (nigga)   (HO!)      [Chorus]