Artist: Roy Jones Jr. Album: Roy Jones Jr. Presents Body Head Bangerz Vol. 1 Title: I Smoke I Drank (Remix)
feat. Magic
Beat doctor Lets welcome 'em Body Head style
I smoke, I drank I tote that iron
Yeah I'm ridin through your neighborhood Bumpin, blowin on some good I keep a glock and got a big drop underneath my hood I'm from Atlanta Ol' school like some grey vannah Right up the street from Florida, Tennessee and Alabama I keep 'em working keep a pistol, cause these niggaz shady I hit Louisiana just to say whats happenin baby Say I'm a timer, diamonds all up in my watch piece The Whip painted chrome please make 'em watch me I smoke and drank wanna stop but I can't So I guess smoking an drankin all the way to the bank to the bank I'm switchin lanes rollin up purple stank still Sippin that purple stuff cause I'm addicted to drank
[Hook] I smoke, I drank I'm supposed to stop but I can't I'm a dog I love hoes And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then Do it big nigga Do it big nigga Do it big nigga
[Magic] Now I ain't got nothing but dick for you hoe's I won't trip Ain't sick for you hoe's Ain't got nothin to give to no nigga Deal with no nigga Chill with no nigga I'm a keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco Heater in my hand Nigga ready to act up Got damn fool Ignorant mutha fucka, bout to lose my cool Let me smoke a Kool So I can calm my nerves Find me a duck, get some head in the burb I'm a fool with them hoe's nigga That's my word Show me a dime And I bet I'm getting served Everybody know me probably saw me half cocked Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot Louisanna nigga down here we gets buck and if we ain't fightin it's probably cause we're to fucked up
[Hook]
I drink good and hell I feel fine But see I'm a Young Blood bitch and I'm high No I don't sip wine Boy I sip Goose see 18 shots of Petrone done got me loose now we're buying out the bar we pourin up them dranks tryin to stop this madness I'm slizzered but so I can't see this is how we do it my nigga down in the South can't stand a fuckin hater now go on and stomp 'em out cuz see we do it real big bitch I'm a dog rollin with my nigga Magic we bout to ball in the club shakin hoes straight up out the door I'm serving in my Chevy about to let these niggaz know
[RJJ] That Roy gone ball Cause Roy got bread Roy ain't got to smoke or drank he gets head Roy keep at least six women up in the bed Roy do it big Cause Roy got it made Body Head
[Hook 1x]
Let me see you niggaz uh uh stomp uh uh stomp uh uh stomp
Jig, Jig, Jig Jig, Jig, Jig
Oh what you thought we was goin somewhere... sike!
Artist: Roy Jones Jr. Album: Round One: The Album Title: Y'all Must've Forgot
[Intro] Everybody... Get on your feet.. right now... For Roy Jones Jr.... The best pound for pound fighter in the world... Whoever don't agree... ya know what? I guess - y'all musta forgot! ...
[Roy Jones Jr.] When it's over my gold medal in Seoul, Korea Let's look back at my whole career Cuz y'all musta forgot! .... The "best pound for pound" is mine Hit Hershey Harris with four hooks at one time Y'all musta forgot! .... When I beat Bernard Hawkins, and won the IBF The right was hurt, beat him with the left Y'all musta forgot! .... You remember the left hook that James Doney got Sucka move that I stole from a gamecock Y'all musta forgot! .... Will there be another Roy Jones? Probably not Stopped Virgil Hill with a body shot See y'all musta forgot! .... I got disqualified in March of '97 After givin a whippin to Montell Griffin Late hit - my title; they had to take it Why? I guess that's the only way I could lose Five months later; rematch, I needs my crown First round, one punch and he sat down Don't get me mad cuz I'm amped already Took titles from fighters who was champs already The heart and soul of boxing on HBO What these other fighters take me fo? A joke? Ah y'all musta forgot! .... And they got the nerve to say I ain't fight nobody I just make 'em look like nobody Y'all musta forgot! .... And David Telasco, he really asked for it So I beat him with a fractured wrist See y'all musta forgot! .... (remember that...) In the ring I BOX, there is none higher When I use these, they call me sire To earn my kindom, I must use fire and I won't stop boxing till I retire, I'm Roy... Y'all musta forgot! .... Y'all musta forgot! When I beat Reggie Johnson, took his heavyweight title from him See y'all musta forgot! That I'm nice with these Y'all musta forgot! This is what I do Y'all musta forgot! We could go on and on, Mike McCaddum, Vinnie Pazieza See y'all musta forgot! .... Y'all musta forgot! Y'all musta forgot! ......
Artist: Roy Jones Jr. Album: Round One: The Album Title: That Was Then
feat. Dave Hollister, Hahz the Rippa, Perion [Chorus: Dave Hollister] - 2X That's when I was wylin out I couldn't care less about Someone gettin hurt, I did my share of dirt
[Perion] I went from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose Stayin in the best suites for weeks In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home By the phone, hopin I'll call, everyday that I'm gone (alright) Need connections, to make ends meet ma In both directions, just to stay on my feet (huh) Thinkin bout me when I got mouths to feed A spouse and two seeds (yeah) they need me to eat (that's right) Take out time to check myself Thinkin it wasn't really me, silly me No wonder you can't feel me, thinkin while I'm out I'm cheatin Wylin out and freakin - blacks, whites and peurto ricans While I'm hardly sleepin (me and the kids hardly eatin) Seekin God for help cuz we hardly speakin (that's right) If it took God to bring me home (uh-huh) bring Jerome to see that I was wrong, now David sing the song (uh-huh)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Hahz the Rippa] Yo, aiyyo I sold drugs, sold coke, weed and dope (whattchu need?) Sold shirts and socks, I even sold soap Got too small for me, I sold my old coat (uh) Walked in jewelry stores, and stole gold ropes (yes I did) Look around, it's no cops, I wanna shoplift but who gon' give me a lift to go shop? (watch out!) Get my rhyme on, clothes I tried on and I walked out with, like the ones I got on (yeah) Commitin crimes, fiends; I was givin 'em dimes Under 25 and was still livin with moms I just love the dough, I gotta get plenty (yo) Used to trick with strippers with counterfeit twenties (whassup) The streets that kept me hungry and left me bummy I sold candy for my school and kept the money (alright) In stolen cars I'm gettin chased -- I had to chill cuz (Dave: I was bout to catch a case!)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Roy Jones Jr.] Yo I used to go to this chick house, and go to that chick house (come on) Call another chick over, kick the other chick out I wasn't carin about, how none of 'em felt They wanted to hang around me, like one of my belts (alright) But I kept it movin, city to city, kitty to kitty Throughout the states I was fifty for fifty Get it with force, she fine; she could get it of course (alright) Niggaz are warned, she married; she could get a divorce Stayed up the rest of the night, right after the fight Went from room to room, I was boom boom boom (room to room) Fulfill ya fantasies with Roy Jones Jr. (what) Girlfriend or wife, ya better hold on to her (uh) A man's gotta do what he's got to do She's in my hotel room - why she not with you? (alright) It's like three in the mornin, she just stoppin through As she walks in, her trenchcoat was droppin too Light-skinned, long hair, yeah I popped her too Yo I'll send her to ya room soon as Hahz get through That's how we got down, I done stopped now My mayne Peri' got a brother on lock down (on lock down!)
Artist: Roy Jones Jr. Album: Roy Jones Jr. Presents Body Head Bangerz Vol. 1 Title: Keep it Movin
feat. Fiend, Magic, Perion, Petey Pablo
[Hook- Perion] I wanna see you front back side to side Just keep it movin I want to see what you do to get loose now Just keep it movin Move it girl I love the way you work it on in Hey now work it out Move it girl Just keep it movin
[Fiend] Body Head Follow me Mommy can wobble if she want it stay ride it if she want it That face and body she can model if she want it She ghetto bound stare you down in a NY minute A pair of Monolo Blanc's the only way you'll get up in it shorty love fuckin with rappers don't date many actors don't care if you're married or bachelor she make a Southern boy proud to his toes quickly forgettin not lovin them hoes she get money like Lil Kim, Biggie and Lil Cease sure to cheese you'll see more than a tease and ma can drop it like it's heated drink and stay weeded know niggaz dog for pussy so she make 'em all retrieve it nails done and she weave it slightly conceited and love to meet a man who swears he don't eat it you really want to see her back into it you see her purse put a stack into it
[Hook]
[Petey Pablo] I'm good for wiling out in the club throwing money around Fo bad chicks that want to dance with their titties out Doin tricks makin their bootie bounce Tootin up little balls in their coochie Then poot them out Make her touch the ground Hot damn she blood raw That ain't the badest bitch up in here boy, I swear to God Get it mama turn around Look how she do her mouth I got that lip gloss shining like some Armor All There she go twirlin around on the pole Slow down hoe, hoe I gotta pay her for it Come here honey Come get this money you deserve it Here's a 10, here's a 20, here's a fuck it take a 100
[Hook]
[Roy] She got a load on her back [Magic] Girl what the hell you been eatin to get a ass like that [Roy] She got a shape so fine [Magic] Got me skippin the line [Roy] Cause I'm a get my turn [Magic] Let me touch it, let me flip it, let me crank it up [Roy] Put something hard in ya cup [Magic] Baby drink it up [Roy] Hush your mouth [Magic] Concentrate make it drop [Roy] Keep it right there baby hold what ya got [Magic] Come on keep it wiggilin baby [Roy] Let them girls keep hating cause you killing 'em baby [Magic] Fuck bein a lady get your money from these niggaz blind, cripple or crazy
[Roy] And you deserve what you get [Magic] Cause you smelling like a rose and them other hoes smelling like shit [Roy] I'm a keep it real with you boo I like what you doin so keep doin what you do
Artist: Roy Jones Jr. Album: Roy Jones Jr. Presents Body Head Bangerz Vol. 1 Title: Can't Be Touched
feat. Magic, Trouble
[Hook] Can't be touched Can't be stopped Can't be moved Can't be rocked Can't be shook We hot When will you niggaz learn
Came to get crunk Came to bring life Came to get it started Came to get it right Turn down the music Turn up my mics When will you niggaz learn
[Magic] I mean what I speak I do as I say I hustle, I grind Don't get in my way I'm pimping my hoes I'm jacking my foes I spit at the police and duck my P.O.'s I ain't going to court You can call a judge Tell him kiss my ass Cause I ain't gonna budge And I ain't going back to lock up You trying to glock pop up I ain't going back to court And I'm never gonna stop the puffing Not for nothing The block they need me The streets they need me The club scene nigga Is mine believe me You don't believe me
[Hook]
[Trouble] Open your hearts for me Look what I got for you You in the presence of greatness I'll make it hot for you Pass the rock to me Block and I'll run with it Here for the game And all the pussy that come with it So full of focus Insistent on keeping it going The Franchise, I exist in a league of my own Expect attention unfamiliar with being ignored The truths back, Katies locking and closing the door Brick wall in the road I won't move The King I'm like Roy in the ring I can't lose Show the face of what compares to mine You wanna war Mother fucker I ain't hard to find Now holla back, nigga
[Hook]
[Roy] I move when my heart say move Fierce like a lion Got nothing to prove Stubborn as a hot damn mule God in my corner Nigga can't lose Trying to take me out my hot damn shoes See how quick I jump up and give you bitches the blues They gonna see you on the hot damn news And that ain't even nothing Linking me to the crime Not a print, not a hot damn clue Beating these niggaz down Is what I came to do And I ain't playing bout a hot damn rule Shaking you niggaz down If you ain't paying your dues We passing up yo block and ohh My screws are loose Don't call my hands Cause you gonna make me act a hot damn fool Dead discussion, you will not win Cause I will not lose
Err…. Eh yo im still wondering why im still... im still the badest motherF**ker to ever step in the ring Im hitting em with rights and lefts and all kinda things Im beating one after the other im like a big ass bear for a ???? but see my skills got me covered so bring me your shit starters and watch me get smarter and you can still sell speakers that can hit harder unless there amped with half a stransnova and after ive completed the job I stand over (erm)another misfourntate victim I hate to see him go like that but ya keep on digging (erm) that’s just another closed chapter nigga come for that gold cheese and it makes me go faster im in a hell of a spot (and still) sittin here waitin at the top (and still) listenin to the criticism lock you motherfuckers must have forgot
that ill be straight out bangin been here for twelve years maintainin stoppin everybody that be beggin quiet storm just keeps rainin hustled every man that they bring got my six titles still hangin why theese niggas keep on updating? a new way to keep my best shape training (chorus)
go get your hard hat y'all critics dont even start that you fetch a big dog to a smart cat i got off in his chest where his hearts at leave these niggas askin where my dogs at should've thought twice before you did it you knew i was nice dog admit it so you got to try to find anwsers my hands will dance around you like dancers i yous got to respect to find anwsers i know these other fighters dont take chances got a basketball court in my mansion thats why i show low like pete sanferas i make you eat canvas all it takes is one round yall comin up the game the champ wont bow down
(chorus)
Dont u talk about it you aintt i'l finish see i been sittin here for a minute seen a lot of people go and come seen some funny shit that wasnt so fun seen people get no respsct seen them damn near die for low checks but the Royce just kept on rollin and like your phone just just kept on holdin to every title that i earn pound for pound im not concern cuz if you put it on the line Roy Jones will be one through nine and number ten ill thinkin the exbreaks be tiny thangs from what i saw shit Roy Jones number ten south paw cuz number one have no flaws and been through more shit than your jaw (and still)and still runnin over yall should have left em like japanese junk so if you wanna make my day bring some nigga tough my way and watch me put in my work knockin motherfuckers diggin the dirt
Chorus Im Mr. unstopppable (and still) Im Mr. undroppable (and still) Mr. invisbile (what) Mr. unbeatable (and still) Mr. unknockoutable X2
скидуем все, что есть.....
Album: Roy Jones Jr. Presents Body Head Bangerz Vol. 1
Title: I Smoke I Drank (Remix)
feat. Magic
Beat doctor
Lets welcome 'em Body Head style
I smoke, I drank I tote that iron
Yeah I'm ridin through your neighborhood
Bumpin, blowin on some good
I keep a glock and got a big drop underneath my hood
I'm from Atlanta
Ol' school like some grey vannah
Right up the street from Florida, Tennessee and Alabama
I keep 'em working
keep a pistol, cause these niggaz shady
I hit Louisiana just to say whats happenin baby
Say I'm a timer, diamonds all up in my watch piece
The Whip painted chrome please make 'em watch me
I smoke and drank wanna stop but I can't
So I guess smoking an drankin all the way to the bank to the bank
I'm switchin lanes rollin up purple stank still
Sippin that purple stuff cause I'm addicted to drank
[Hook]
I smoke, I drank I'm supposed to stop but I can't
I'm a dog
I love hoes
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
Do it big nigga
Do it big nigga
Do it big nigga
[Magic]
Now I ain't got nothing but dick for you hoe's
I won't trip
Ain't sick for you hoe's
Ain't got nothin to give to no nigga
Deal with no nigga
Chill with no nigga
I'm a keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco
Heater in my hand
Nigga ready to act up
Got damn fool
Ignorant mutha fucka, bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a Kool
So I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the burb
I'm a fool with them hoe's nigga
That's my word
Show me a dime
And I bet I'm getting served
Everybody know me probably saw me half cocked
Drunk, high in the club
bout to get it hot
Louisanna nigga
down here we gets buck
and if we ain't fightin
it's probably cause we're to fucked up
[Hook]
I drink good and hell I feel fine
But see I'm a Young Blood bitch and I'm high
No I don't sip wine
Boy I sip Goose see
18 shots of Petrone done got me loose
now we're buying out the bar
we pourin up them dranks
tryin to stop this madness
I'm slizzered but so I can't see
this is how we do it my nigga down in the South
can't stand a fuckin hater
now go on and stomp 'em out
cuz see we do it real big
bitch I'm a dog
rollin with my nigga Magic
we bout to ball
in the club shakin hoes
straight up out the door
I'm serving in my Chevy about to let these niggaz know
[RJJ]
That Roy gone ball
Cause Roy got bread
Roy ain't got to smoke or drank he gets head
Roy keep at least six women up in the bed
Roy do it big
Cause Roy got it made
Body Head
[Hook 1x]
Let me see you niggaz
uh uh stomp
uh uh stomp
uh uh stomp
Jig, Jig, Jig
Jig, Jig, Jig
Oh what you thought we was goin somewhere... sike!
[Hook 1x]
Body Head Bangers Vol 1 ya heard me
Album: Round One: The Album
Title: Y'all Must've Forgot
[Intro]
Everybody...
Get on your feet.. right now...
For Roy Jones Jr....
The best pound for pound fighter in the world...
Whoever don't agree... ya know what?
I guess - y'all musta forgot! ...
[Roy Jones Jr.]
When it's over my gold medal in Seoul, Korea
Let's look back at my whole career
Cuz y'all musta forgot! ....
The "best pound for pound" is mine
Hit Hershey Harris with four hooks at one time
Y'all musta forgot! ....
When I beat Bernard Hawkins, and won the IBF
The right was hurt, beat him with the left
Y'all musta forgot! ....
You remember the left hook that James Doney got
Sucka move that I stole from a gamecock
Y'all musta forgot! ....
Will there be another Roy Jones? Probably not
Stopped Virgil Hill with a body shot
See y'all musta forgot! ....
I got disqualified in March of '97
After givin a whippin to Montell Griffin
Late hit - my title; they had to take it
Why? I guess that's the only way I could lose
Five months later; rematch, I needs my crown
First round, one punch and he sat down
Don't get me mad cuz I'm amped already
Took titles from fighters who was champs already
The heart and soul of boxing on HBO
What these other fighters take me fo? A joke?
Ah y'all musta forgot! ....
And they got the nerve to say I ain't fight nobody
I just make 'em look like nobody
Y'all musta forgot! ....
And David Telasco, he really asked for it
So I beat him with a fractured wrist
See y'all musta forgot! .... (remember that...)
In the ring I BOX, there is none higher
When I use these, they call me sire
To earn my kindom, I must use fire
and I won't stop boxing till I retire, I'm Roy...
Y'all musta forgot! .... Y'all musta forgot!
When I beat Reggie Johnson,
took his heavyweight title from him
See y'all musta forgot! That I'm nice with these
Y'all musta forgot! This is what I do
Y'all musta forgot!
We could go on and on, Mike McCaddum, Vinnie Pazieza
See y'all musta forgot! .... Y'all musta forgot!
Y'all musta forgot! ......
Album: Round One: The Album
Title: That Was Then
feat. Dave Hollister, Hahz the Rippa, Perion
[Chorus: Dave Hollister] - 2X
That's when I was wylin out
I couldn't care less about
Someone gettin hurt, I did my share of dirt
[Perion]
I went from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose
Stayin in the best suites for weeks
In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home
By the phone, hopin I'll call, everyday that I'm gone (alright)
Need connections, to make ends meet ma
In both directions, just to stay on my feet (huh)
Thinkin bout me when I got mouths to feed
A spouse and two seeds (yeah) they need me to eat (that's right)
Take out time to check myself
Thinkin it wasn't really me, silly me
No wonder you can't feel me, thinkin while I'm out I'm cheatin
Wylin out and freakin - blacks, whites and peurto ricans
While I'm hardly sleepin (me and the kids hardly eatin)
Seekin God for help cuz we hardly speakin (that's right)
If it took God to bring me home (uh-huh) bring Jerome
to see that I was wrong, now David sing the song (uh-huh)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Hahz the Rippa]
Yo, aiyyo I sold drugs, sold coke, weed and dope (whattchu need?)
Sold shirts and socks, I even sold soap
Got too small for me, I sold my old coat (uh)
Walked in jewelry stores, and stole gold ropes (yes I did)
Look around, it's no cops, I wanna shoplift
but who gon' give me a lift to go shop? (watch out!)
Get my rhyme on, clothes I tried on
and I walked out with, like the ones I got on (yeah)
Commitin crimes, fiends; I was givin 'em dimes
Under 25 and was still livin with moms
I just love the dough, I gotta get plenty (yo)
Used to trick with strippers with counterfeit twenties (whassup)
The streets that kept me hungry and left me bummy
I sold candy for my school and kept the money (alright)
In stolen cars I'm gettin chased -- I had to chill cuz
(Dave: I was bout to catch a case!)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Roy Jones Jr.]
Yo
I used to go to this chick house, and go to that chick house (come on)
Call another chick over, kick the other chick out
I wasn't carin about, how none of 'em felt
They wanted to hang around me, like one of my belts (alright)
But I kept it movin, city to city, kitty to kitty
Throughout the states I was fifty for fifty
Get it with force, she fine; she could get it of course (alright)
Niggaz are warned, she married; she could get a divorce
Stayed up the rest of the night, right after the fight
Went from room to room, I was boom boom boom (room to room)
Fulfill ya fantasies with Roy Jones Jr. (what)
Girlfriend or wife, ya better hold on to her (uh)
A man's gotta do what he's got to do
She's in my hotel room - why she not with you? (alright)
It's like three in the mornin, she just stoppin through
As she walks in, her trenchcoat was droppin too
Light-skinned, long hair, yeah I popped her too
Yo I'll send her to ya room soon as Hahz get through
That's how we got down, I done stopped now
My mayne Peri' got a brother on lock down (on lock down!)
[Chorus] - 4X (w/ adlibs from Dave Hollister)
Album: Roy Jones Jr. Presents Body Head Bangerz Vol. 1
Title: Keep it Movin
feat. Fiend, Magic, Perion, Petey Pablo
[Hook- Perion]
I wanna see you front back side to side
Just keep it movin
I want to see what you do to get loose now
Just keep it movin
Move it girl
I love the way you work it on in
Hey now work it out
Move it girl
Just keep it movin
[Fiend]
Body Head
Follow me
Mommy can wobble if she want it
stay ride it if she want it
That face and body she can model if she want it
She ghetto bound stare you down in a NY minute
A pair of Monolo Blanc's the only way you'll get up in it
shorty love fuckin with rappers
don't date many actors
don't care if you're married or bachelor
she make a Southern boy proud to his toes
quickly forgettin not lovin them hoes
she get money
like Lil Kim, Biggie and Lil Cease
sure to cheese
you'll see more than a tease
and ma can drop it like it's heated
drink and stay weeded
know niggaz dog for pussy so she make 'em all retrieve it
nails done and she weave it
slightly conceited
and love to meet a man who swears he don't eat it
you really want to see her back into it
you see her purse put a stack into it
[Hook]
[Petey Pablo]
I'm good for wiling out in the club throwing money around
Fo bad chicks that want to dance with their titties out
Doin tricks makin their bootie bounce
Tootin up little balls in their coochie
Then poot them out
Make her touch the ground
Hot damn she blood raw
That ain't the badest bitch up in here boy, I swear to God
Get it mama turn around
Look how she do her mouth
I got that lip gloss shining like some Armor All
There she go twirlin around on the pole
Slow down hoe, hoe
I gotta pay her for it
Come here honey
Come get this money you deserve it
Here's a 10, here's a 20, here's a fuck it take a 100
[Hook]
[Roy]
She got a load on her back
[Magic]
Girl what the hell you been eatin to get a ass like that
[Roy]
She got a shape so fine
[Magic]
Got me skippin the line
[Roy]
Cause I'm a get my turn
[Magic]
Let me touch it, let me flip it, let me crank it up
[Roy]
Put something hard in ya cup
[Magic]
Baby drink it up
[Roy]
Hush your mouth
[Magic]
Concentrate make it drop
[Roy]
Keep it right there baby hold what ya got
[Magic]
Come on keep it wiggilin baby
[Roy]
Let them girls keep hating cause you killing 'em baby
[Magic]
Fuck bein a lady get your money from these niggaz
blind, cripple or crazy
[Roy]
And you deserve what you get
[Magic]
Cause you smelling like a rose and them other hoes
smelling like shit
[Roy]
I'm a keep it real with you boo I like what you doin
so keep doin what you do
[Hook]
Album: Roy Jones Jr. Presents Body Head Bangerz Vol. 1
Title: Can't Be Touched
feat. Magic, Trouble
[Hook]
Can't be touched
Can't be stopped
Can't be moved
Can't be rocked
Can't be shook
We hot
When will you niggaz learn
Came to get crunk
Came to bring life
Came to get it started
Came to get it right
Turn down the music
Turn up my mics
When will you niggaz learn
[Magic]
I mean what I speak
I do as I say
I hustle, I grind
Don't get in my way
I'm pimping my hoes
I'm jacking my foes
I spit at the police and duck my P.O.'s
I ain't going to court
You can call a judge
Tell him kiss my ass
Cause I ain't gonna budge
And I ain't going back to lock up
You trying to glock pop up
I ain't going back to court
And I'm never gonna stop the puffing
Not for nothing
The block they need me
The streets they need me
The club scene nigga
Is mine believe me
You don't believe me
[Hook]
[Trouble]
Open your hearts for me
Look what I got for you
You in the presence of greatness
I'll make it hot for you
Pass the rock to me
Block and I'll run with it
Here for the game
And all the pussy that come with it
So full of focus
Insistent on keeping it going
The Franchise, I exist in a league of my own
Expect attention unfamiliar with being ignored
The truths back, Katies locking and closing the door
Brick wall in the road
I won't move
The King
I'm like Roy in the ring
I can't lose
Show the face of what compares to mine
You wanna war
Mother fucker I ain't hard to find
Now holla back, nigga
[Hook]
[Roy]
I move when my heart say move
Fierce like a lion
Got nothing to prove
Stubborn as a hot damn mule
God in my corner
Nigga can't lose
Trying to take me out my hot damn shoes
See how quick I jump up and give you bitches the blues
They gonna see you on the hot damn news
And that ain't even nothing
Linking me to the crime
Not a print, not a hot damn clue
Beating these niggaz down
Is what I came to do
And I ain't playing bout a hot damn rule
Shaking you niggaz down
If you ain't paying your dues
We passing up yo block and ohh
My screws are loose
Don't call my hands
Cause you gonna make me act a hot damn fool
Dead discussion, you will not win
Cause I will not lose
[Hook]
Err….
Eh yo im still wondering why
im still...
im still the badest motherF**ker to ever step in the ring
Im hitting em with rights and lefts and all kinda things
Im beating one after the other
im like a big ass bear for a ???? but see my skills got me covered
so bring me your shit starters and watch me get smarter
and you can still sell speakers that can hit harder
unless there amped with half a stransnova
and after ive completed the job I stand over
(erm)another misfourntate victim
I hate to see him go like that
but ya keep on digging
(erm) that’s just another closed chapter
nigga come for that gold cheese and it makes me go faster
im in a hell of a spot (and still)
sittin here waitin at the top (and still)
listenin to the criticism lock
you motherfuckers must have forgot
that ill be straight out bangin
been here for twelve years maintainin
stoppin everybody that be beggin
quiet storm just keeps rainin
hustled every man that they bring
got my six titles still hangin
why theese niggas keep on updating?
a new way to keep my best shape training
(chorus)
go get your hard hat
y'all critics dont even start that
you fetch a big dog to a smart cat
i got off in his chest where his hearts at
leave these niggas askin where my dogs at
should've thought twice before you did it
you knew i was nice dog admit it
so you got to try to find anwsers
my hands will dance around you like dancers
i yous got to respect to find anwsers
i know these other fighters dont take chances
got a basketball court in my mansion
thats why i show low like pete sanferas
i make you eat canvas
all it takes is one round
yall comin up the game
the champ wont bow down
(chorus)
Dont u talk about it you aintt i'l finish
see i been sittin here for a minute
seen a lot of people go and come
seen some funny shit that wasnt so fun
seen people get no respsct
seen them damn near die for low checks
but the Royce just kept on rollin
and like your phone just
just kept on holdin
to every title that i earn
pound for pound im not concern
cuz if you put it on the line
Roy Jones will be one through nine
and number ten ill thinkin
the exbreaks be tiny thangs
from what i saw shit
Roy Jones number ten south paw
cuz number one have no flaws
and been through more shit than your jaw
(and still)and still runnin over yall
should have left em like japanese junk
so if you wanna make my day
bring some nigga tough my way
and watch me put in my work
knockin motherfuckers diggin the dirt
Chorus
Im Mr. unstopppable (and still)
Im Mr. undroppable (and still)
Mr. invisbile (what)
Mr. unbeatable (and still)
Mr. unknockoutable X2