Havoc feat. Royce Da 5'9 Lyrics Tell Me To My Face

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Song name Tell Me To My Face
Artist Havoc feat. Royce Da 5'9"
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Two for my troubles, two for the money
Haters feeling some kinda way and now I don't give a fucky
Take the good with the bad, toast... of my glass
Shawty won my attention, she backing up that ass
..I'm puffing on that loud
High as a helicopter, I'm standing on a cloud
Living life to the fullest and smoking on that good shit
Got to find a way to do it and now you finding excuses?
Shawty, get with the movement, stop living that illusion
Them niggas you look up to is under my influence
Yeah, your Grammy artists and your... winners
I'm the reason why they even got a speech to deliver
I'm certified hood, anywhere I go I'm good
If you knew better you'd do better, you wouldn't if you could
The world is a cold place, got on my leather...
My intent is foul, with a smile I'll be Obama!

Hook:
For what it's worth, I don't do the back and forth
Let's get it over, nigga tell me to my face!
Everybody talking like a killer, I ain't with it
I say, "do it, grow some balls, nigga tell me to my face!"
You're feeling any kind of way,
And you do this shit night or day
We don't play with em, we aim em at your face
I'll tell you now, I ain't playing with you clowns, I never will
Wipe that smile off your motherfucking face!

Yeah, when rhyme performing
Diamonds on him looking like shining armor
So when I die, you just supply my body with iron...
I'm buying up everybody from the highest to the hired informant
By deploying words like a thesaurus, I've acquired employment!
From lying dormant, quiet as.
.. to buying up foreign properties, But now I'm going prophecy,
We're all going in profits, war and robbery
Fuck my trigger finger,
The whole arm's itching I got the poison ivy.
I won't stop until your eyes go...
This is my backyard barbecue flow
I'm living by the honorable artistry code
I went about as far as my honesty goes
And that's good as gold, mind, body and soul
I'm outside of me watching my body embody
God body to the inside of me
Thinks quicker than the outside of me
Pops mollies and drinks liquor, so hiccup!
Either be a rhymer or be Vietnam
Now run along and tell your complete circle to be around!

Hook:
For what it's worth, I don't do the back and forth
Let's get it over, nigga tell me to my face!
Everybody talking like a killer, I ain't with it
I say, "do it, grow some balls, nigga tell me to my face!"
You're feeling any kind of way,
And you do this shit night or day
We don't play with em, we aim em at your face
I'll tell you now, I ain't playing with you clowns, I never will
Wipe that smile off your motherfucking face!

From day when had that feeling I would get that paper
All my competition crumpled like vanilla...
Ice running through my veins, sipping Hennessy, blow....
You know what I made of, product of my environment
Single for the soldiers on my team that...
The iron spit yeah, and we cry: "rich!"
Always on that fly shit, that real nigga fly shit
Loud and banging that big, ready to die shit
Styling on these niggas then you know I throw up my shit
What?

Hook:
For what it's worth, I don't do the back and forth
Let's get it over, nigga tell me to my face!
Everybody talking like a killer, I ain't with it
I say, "do it, grow some balls, nigga tell me to my face!"
You're feeling any kind of way,
And you do this shit night or day
We don't play with em, we aim em at your face
I'll tell you now, I ain't playing with you clowns, I never will
Wipe that smile off your motherfucking face!

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