Meeting Of The Bosses - Royce 5'9

The soldiers, the hitch men, fightin for the dough

Allow me to give it to you, right from the door

Walkin through the steps of the rise and the fall hall

Of an empire, coming to the floor

Through the wire like eight on a string

Where they gon’sting ya when it comes to that cold

Soldiers, hoes in, vultures lurkin

Lookin for that work in Hopin, they could make a couple dollars

Off another mothafuckin bloody murder

It’s the problem but no hoe, it’s the quality of knowin

that the part of gettin dough, is you can’t be out of control

If you gets in the way of my paper, by my skyscraper

We can chunk it, long as you ain’t crossed that line

You can put me on the phone with your boss, we could squash it It’s the meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses

Why don’t you tell them lil’niggaz, beat it we talkin

Meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses

Tell them lil mothafuckers, shut up, we talkin

Huh, over weed, over yay, over not bein paid

When he say he gon’see you

Pethy ass niggaz, them pathetic ass bitches

YOu could let 'em grab dick, they’ll never have shit

In this world, when you niggaz gon’learn it That some of these wars, at the point of no returnin

Some of these boys, at the point of no concernin

Some of these courts, at the point of no ajournin

How many cars can you run up on before

somebody wanna war, ain’t nobody wanna talk

Hit you in the die hard, niggaz mom’s calling

Involvin the law hard

Cross taped up to the chest

Enemies fuckin with them boys for protection

If it’s only one boss in your squadron

Then me and him need to be the only once talking

Huh, all you have in this world is your word

Your gat and your guts, that and your nuts

Aint no backin you up, ain’t no after you gone

The pastor of the church nigga, that’s when it’s on The path that you own nigga, that’s where you goin

Clap if you want homes, and your ass gone

Now you finally gotta kill

But the snowball is rollin down that hill

Accumulatin size, by the time it arrives

At the bottom of the hill, it be count as homicides

And avalanches for the ambiance outside you

Countless mamas cryin, sisters goin Boo Boo

Niggaz killin 'cause of what they true to Who’s the villian here nigga, tell me what would you do Huh, keep it goin, talk shit, squash it You gon’have to talk to the bosses