(R) You niggaz can hold it (O) cause I am a throwback (Y)nI'm spillin these cold raps, cause I am a soldier (C)nYou shoulda been told that (E) cause I am a throwbacknI'm spillin these cold raps, you feelin the soldiernYou niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback (5)n{*Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}nI'm spillin these cold raps (9) you feelin the soldiern{*Cause I'ma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it*}nCause you niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwbackn{*Now if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}nI'm spillin these cold raps, I am a soldier (yeah) I.... begonennRaps wolf is BACK, to attack crooks is BACKnThe slap snares, and CLAP at the tracks foot (yeah)nI'm too vicious for him, too vicious for younAnd my kitchen is huge, we do dishes wit dudesnColdest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they GOnSee 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comersnPut the piece to ya dome, do you at peace wit the chromenBuild ya ?? eat you, and pick my teeth wit ya bonesnI'm from the city of GATORS, haters I dealt wit them dudesnIf you don't like me, then likely I'll make a belt wit ya shoesnPut a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than goodnFlow is sold, before any nigga rag on your hoodnI'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me wit themnTruest at the beginnin, and truer when it's do to your endnI'm just sellin my game, for cheddar forevernMy intelligent brain, is clever when spellin my name, likennI'm back to call the advantage, have you and on bananasnAnd hands rep, rap +Grand Theft Auto+ mechanicnI'm bout to tighten my plugs, bout to be fightin in clubsnYa blood might give me love, and likely highten my buzznYa type is simply a bitch, and fightin wit me's a risknI might empty my clip, if the hype will get me my nichenI'm out in front of ya, guns outnBout to knock ya fronts out, boxin about to drop without ColumbianI spit this venom myself, me independence is feltnFinish wit Slim and his help, long as he winnin I'm goodnLong as I'm known as one of the most viciousnMC's spittin from the D, low and behold and mittennThis is how I rose you bitches, Rock City chosen niggaznWe stole this, on our road to richesnI'll show you the golden picture, glow, locknProduct is fears, I'm soda pop, like Hova, Pac, and BignnI go beyond bootlegers, they slow me down, but HEYnI'm holdin my ground, long as the stolen sound should PLAYn5'9 is a winner, I speak to keep the progressionnMy views take you to school, my piece'll teach you a lessonnNever been deep in the streets, I can't be somethin I'm notnTest me and get to know me, I'll put you inside of a boxnChalked and signin off and, put ya hands on me nownLater they lay on ya chest, crossed inside a coffinnThe .30 Caliber SHOT, who wanna take homenWhere they give you wounds, you goons could put a stape onnAll them hoe ass niggaz could DO, is cry wit the childrennAnd PRAY, if I was a civilian for a daynI'd take a glance at my daddy - another menRaise my hand on the stand like Shaggy - It wasn't me (yeah)nI will melt you, smell the aroma of a comanI'm comin to get you, I will help you SPELL!nnYeah it's on, my name is Royce 5'9nMy nigga Ty Fyffe, we gone