The Dream - Royce 5'9, Rell

Go ahead, laugh at me—I'm slap-happy

When I pack the «u-zay», they call me «Cool J»

Cause I’m cap-happy

I don’t see the purpose of talking

The hardest nigga walking the Earth

I could just ride by em, merc em, and chalk em

Put them in a hearse and a coffin

First of all, nigga—y'all need to just be EASY

And quit taking DRUGS

I turned your Evisu Jeans to Capris EASY

I bathed your Bathing Apes in BLOOD

Beefing with me?—you're going to be burning in hell, fam

All you gotta do is sound off— give a yell and

Come on out with your gown off

CHECK your mailbox and

Get a groundhog as your *permanent* mailman!

I’m from the «Dirty Glove» where motherfuckers kill COPS

FUCK standing out on them corners, nigga, we build SPOTS (Yeah)

We flip real-estate;

with the residuals from killing weight

If I ain’t getting cake, I ain’t feeling STRAIGHT

I got a heart, rock solid, money, I’m bout it

Streets is the place where I got IT, yeah

(Nigga I represent «Rock City»)

(Home of the rock solid rottweilers)

(We bout piling from the bottom to the top dollar)

And you can talk all you wanna (HOLLA)

But when I run up (Yeah)

You gon' wish you ain’t said NOTHI-ING, no

(Nigga—forget that cheese)

(Here to tell her, «Fix that weave»?)

(PLEASE, you fucking with a STREET nigga)

Go ahead, MUG at me—I'm THUG happy

Keep his head cool 'fore I put lead through a tool to skullcap (hah!)

We don’t be screaming no colors or popping our fingers (Naw)

We toured like «Ring-a-ling» Brothers, we shopped in Sardinia

Spent a lot on our daughters, we see you on them Sea-Doos

That ain’t what we do (uh-uh), we put the yacht on the water

Now let’s bet TRIPLE

While you in that «Best Western» (where you at?)

We in the snorkeling next to that «S.S.

Nickel» (Hoo!)

So put your money where your mouth at (uh-huh)

The stakes is high, and I ain’t talking bout from Outback!

You wait till you high to doubt that

And while you niggas ratting

Them triggers is CLACKING it STARTING to sound just like a MOUSE TRAP

I got the «Mark Cuban» lit

Looking at y’all millionaire niggas ball like, «Y'all ain’t doing SHIT.»

(Haha!)

THAT’S why I’m famous, spitting that flame

And money is the root of all *other* evil, that’s why I’m DANGEROUS!

Now you could

Say that I AM the way that I AM

Cause basically, it’s safe to say that that’s the way that I AM

It’s unsafe to try to see if I would spray the way that I AM

If you was trying to see if I’m what I say that I AM

The disappointment is in the BULLET

The miscommunication is in the MIND-FRAME

It’s basically a CON game

Just play your cards right cause you don’t know who’s BLUFFING

Alls you know is «Those who don’t gamble lose nothing»!

Nobody’s perfect, where it’s «kill or be killed»

Everybody’s chasing that cash;

nobody’s WORTH IT

Any nigga with money AIN’T trying to beef, cause

AIN’T no money in war, shit just ain’t FUNNY no more

You got dudes snitching and shit, BITCHING and shit

Guess they ASSUME that I got crews in the KITCHEN and shit

Just cause my jewels glisten and shit

They probably would LIKE me if they HEARD me

But niggas just REFUSE to listen to SHIT