Here's the track list from Royce Da 5'9" new album called 'Success Is Certain'. It will be released August 9th and features Eminem, Travis Barker, Joe Budden, Kid Vishis and many more.
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Tracklist: Royce Da 5'9" - Success Is Certain
Jean Grae - Assassins Lyrics (Ft. Pharoahe Monch & Royce Da 5'9")
I'll flip the script and I'll accidentally kill you on purpose
The baddest when I'm flailing, I got so many furs
DJ Absolut - Jungle Lyrics (Ft. Styles P & Royce Da 5'9")
The jungle is the cold streets, running form the police,
Gotta watch my back for brand new and…
Audio: 'World Go Round' by Mike Beatz & Adonis Ft. Royce Da 5'9" w/ Lyrics
This track is taken from the album called Boom Bap. 'World Go Round' song colabs Mike Beatz, Adonis Ft. Royce Da 5'9", and.. will they make the world go round too? Just listen to da music.
Sir Aah - And The Beat Rocks On Lyrics (Ft. Royce Da 5'9" & Crooked I)
Is the baseline. She'll be gone
In 3 1/2 minutes when I finish
So I won't waste time, give her
16 straight lines. Comments? I got em
Cover: Royce Da 5'9" - Success Is Certain
The new album from Royce da 5'9": "Success Is Certain" will be drop on July 26, 2011. That's confirmed from Royce Da 5'9's website. The tracks features include Eminem, 50 Cent, Raekwon, Method Man, Joe Budden, Yelawolf and many more...
Eminem Ft. Royce Da 5’9″ - The Reunion Lyrics
Eminem Ft. Royce Da 5’9″ – The Reunion Lyrics
[Eminem]
Ayo, this next song is a true story (Come here, bitch)
[Intro]
Cause some things in this universe
Don’t make sense but somehow (Always seem to fucking work)
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Driving down I-75 about to hop on 696
I look over this fucking chick’s trying to fix her makeup
I’m like bitch, you ain’t a plastic surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor, I’m getting kinda ticked
You’re blocking my side mirror, she’s like yeah, so? I’m like so?
You gonna need a stitch you keep acting like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That’s a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I’ll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? Shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick when
I accidentally butt dialed her
She heard me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snap back in that accent cause she kept asking me
To quit calling her cunt, I said I cunt, she said, Marshall
[Hook: Eminem]
You ain’t really like that, oh
You’re putting on a show, where’s your mic at?
Cause you’re breaking my heart
She said you’re breaking my heart
[Verse 2: Royce]
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall’s at a white trash party, I’m at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I’m feeling a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesing
I get approached by this little skeeser
She asked me am I the realest G, cause I’m Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I’m really is cause I spit in your man’s face
Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I’m feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I’m a walking Kanye/Beyonce song
She said I’m mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it’s hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belong to who making songs for you
She said I’m feeling your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you just used the word swagger, so no, she said
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
We been riding around in this hatchback until I’m fucking hunchback
Where the fuck’s this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it’s an act? Fuck that, I’m trying to shag scuz
Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at, ah, don’t touch that
You fat dyke, I’m trying to hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don’t act like you don’t like them, them accents, I rap tight
And I’m a torture until we find this place, yeah that’s right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them directions, oh yeah
You can’t read and you can’t write, told me that last night
She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back, we jackknifed
Bitch flew out of the car, I laughed like, she deserved it
She didn’t think I’d act like that in person
(Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club)
[Verse 4: Royce]
Tell him I’ll be there in a minute
I’m trying to break up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her dap, then I tell her to scat, I’m not mean, I’m cute
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front looking like Venus’s and Serena’s hooves
I’m just saying, those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don’t slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, then smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel “Yeah, watch this shit”
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, “Royce, it’s good to be back to business”
[Hook]
Bad Meets Evil - Welcome To Hell Lyrics
Welcome To Hell Lyrics by Bad Meets Evil (Eminem Ft. Royce Da 5'9")
[Intro]
Yeah, told you we’d be back
Welcome 2 Hell
[Eminem]
There’s a switch, I flip, emotions cut off
So cold I done froze my butt off
And this ain’t even the tip of the iceberg yet
It’s like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off
Other words I didn’t put a dent in the game compared
To the damage I’ve yet to do
As long as you still have feelings to hurt
I’ll be around as long as you let me get to you
Long as I got two balls to palm
I’ll be the bomb, you’re just a false alarm
Get scared little pissants
And see if I don’t come along and stomp your farm
Thunder and lightning, rain, hail
Sleet with a tornado’s the kind of brainstorm I get
So when the wind starts blowing, shit
Talking about going in? Going insane is more like it
Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it
Like a disastrous blizzard
So you better listen quick fast don’t miss it
Yeah, go ahead little prick bastard, diss it
But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow
Don’t ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it
Just know, that all he knows is this
It’s better to kick ass than kiss it
Dick dastardly of audacity
Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped
But it can’t be, but man I can’t just keep
Doing them like that or no one will rap with me
Except one, you asked who is it?
[Royce]
Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches
With the ratchet, the book of Matthew
A book of matches, lighting them under white linen
You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic
Asked you to spit it, you got handed your own ass
Your ass in your own hands, I’m sure they gon’ laugh
When you’re going to the bathroom with it
Now with what would you come against us
Better be something with a big foot pedigree
Easily these are the reasons
That we need to be in your prayers
Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be
Which means they wanna breath our air
With these ideas, anybody thinkin’
That the game don’t need, the Bad and the Evil regime
That’s like saying that bad boy Piston team didn’t need Isaiah
[Eminem]
Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs
I swear, better be aware, there’s too much at stake
And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I don’t even wear
[Royce]
This gotta be no fair
This like hittin’ the lottery, oh yeah
Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair
Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair
Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep it
And perhaps you’ll have no rebuttalin’
In fact, you seein’ me in this rap
And it’s like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan
[Eminem]
Back to bash her skull again
Push a bitch out the Aspen until I get the fuck out of Dodge (Dodge Aspen)
Shouldn’t have to explain my metaphors
You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in
Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win
Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil
Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin
It’s been a long time
But I bet neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right now
And we only get iller with time
Me and Nickel fucking shit up on the dime so tellin’ us to pipe down
It’s like talking to a meth head
Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection
Fighting it while he’s watching internet porn
About to meet his death with an erection
My God, what I mean is
David Carradine jacking his penis in front of his tripod
Choking his own neck, what part you don’t get?
I’m saying I die hard
[Royce]
When you listen to my bars, nothin’ but the F-I-R/ E
Comin’ out your iPod (we) come up in a place
Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin’ white walls
[Eminem]
Got your mother suckin’ my balls
(While we) fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs
And I never say I’m sor-ry, the Five-Nine and the Fire Marshall
(We) spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry
Two different entities, with a propensity
To put these N-U-T-S up inside of your fucking mouth
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