Royce & Reggie

[Intro: Redman]

Ayo, Royce!

I don't like that shit, nigga

I don't like that shit

Redman in the building

Royce Five-Fuckin-Nine in the fuckin' buildin'

Yeah, yeah

Yessir, let's get 'em, nigga, yo

[Verse 1: Redman & Royce Da 5'9"]

It's Red, nigga, my bar's up, I hit the gym

I see you walkin' in my shoes, they're my old Timbs

And when you ignorant, nigga, media roll them

And here's the cut, I'm Dr. Dre'in how I bail Em'

Yeah, in the Bay, they say I'm hella tough

They say "Red, you spit like kids on that yellow bus"

Plus I could go a hundred rounds, I hold it down

Like with smack, sayin' "It's too loud in the background"

That's me, I need a therapist, attitude airless

Arrogant likе a Arabic inheritance

My middle fingеrs say "God bless America"

Drop-top, blood in my mouth, bumpin' Jamiroquai

I goddamn D 'em, women all on my DM

Give 'em that super dick, yeah, I Apollo Creed 'em

I'm workin' smarter, not harder, no doors for my daughter

She learnin' to be a boss like her father, ehh

When it come to emceein', niggas ain't got a clue

That's why no Mission Impossible ya'll for me to Cruise

And haters hate cause I rock wit' that Coldplay

He ain't gon' last, he gon' fall, I say "Okay!"

Watch this while I'm high in a cockpit

You could die in a moshpit at my show and held for hostage

Yo Five-Nine! What up, Reggie? I make it clear

Tell Dae Dae' father that we the king around here

[Chorus: Redman]

When Redman spittin', Royce, they don't like that

We two rappin' ass niggas, they don't like that

I pull up in that G-ride, they don't like that

I act a fool in the cypher, they don't like that

Huh, look at your face, you don't like that

I can tell the way you talkin', you don't like that, huh

[Interlude: Royce Da 5'9"]

I don't like them niggas- I don't like 'em either. Drop a dime on 'em. Fuck them niggas. Lemme go get it

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]

Uh

I said "Whatever nigga been talkin' big can just die a bigger death"

Coffins on top of pallbearers, crowdsurfin like Mister Meth'

I'm slick-handed, 'bout to car-check you, then switch gambits

Fucked so many bitches; 'bout to start dressin' like Nick Cannon

You better bring your guitars with you, you ain't with violence

I suggest you bring your side piece if your wifey ain't a goddess

I think you're quite a lame imbibement, ya'll niggas party

Not me, I hang out at bar mitzvahs with Lorena Bobbitt

My underground train of thought is something you new slaves

Just can't abolish, askin' "Do Trump wear a toupee?"

It's crazy as askin' "Do I bump Murals by Lupe?"

Fly frontier, cry tear tats onto a new page

To a new moniker, god of your era, born winner

When I die I'm gone with the wind like Scarlett O'Hara

My Ferrari steering column already put me

In a different profit margin and era, shit, the Maybach

Might just put me in Dubai in a white cloth with the Arabs

Condo so high in the sky, you could fly from right off of the terrace

There is no such thing as using artists as tax write-offs

But I have heard of a person buying off a career

Then ride off in a 911 Carrera

Leaving behind a artist on Def Jam with the IRS in his ear

And my question is will ya ever compare

To that higher up white guy exec who signin' those checks

Then kill ya

[Chorus: Redman]

When Redman spittin', Royce, they don't like that

We two rappin' ass niggas, they don't like that

I pull up in that G-ride, they don't like that

I act a fool in the cypher, they don't like that

Huh, look at your face, you don't like that

I can tell the way you talkin', you don't like that, huh

[PostChorus: Royce Da 5'9"]

I don't like them niggas- I don't like 'em either. Drop a dime on 'em. Fuck them niggas. Lemme go get it

[Record Scratches]