MR. 3-2 - Royalty lyrics

(feat. Billy Bad Ass)

[Hook x2]

Copper platinum, silver and gold

Even with lint in my pockets, I'm still gon hold

Sitting swoll down South, diamonds in our mouth

We gotta put it in your face, just to show you what we bout

[Mr. 3-2]

Platinum tongue, platinum game platinum speaking

Pimping the streets, over these beats I'm freaking

Thugged out Iceberg, Gucci and coochie

Strapped up at all times, I can't let these niggaz do me

Taking this gangsta shit truly, keeping it playa

Governor of this rap game, the Boss Man with long hair

Sitting in a Versacci chair, calling shots

Street Game CEO, my pockets is addicted to knots

We bleed blocks and bust shots, and ride down on ya

From Texas to NYC, all the way back to California

You's a goner I got to get ya, straight like that

Squash the chat, erasing your feature off the map

What's the hap's on my feddy, cause I'm coming to get it

Can't mention this shit cold, but I'm leader ridiculous

I'm wicked and stay true, to who loyal to me

Copper platinum silver and gold, representing royalty

[Hook x2]

[Billy Bad Ass]

For the love of this game doing the thang, loving this game

Who's to blame, bitch read the chain

Invisible set princess cut, spell my name

Fuck you know bitch, ain't no need to explain

I keep a thing for aim, flip a V-12 with bang

4.6 range, riding the South with terrain

Strapped like Jesse James, the real gon feel my pain

Check my veins, and if I knock down the drugs

Check my block, and if I knock down a thug

Check my glock, it'll be eleven and one slug

With niggaz with mean mugs, thinking they seen slugs

But I was leveled and seen, with niggaz dicks in the mud

[Hook x2]

[Billy Bad Ass]

Copper, platinum, silver and gold

Pimps, killers, dealers and hoes

Is all I know, riding close and slow from massive cold

Got licks where I whip's, 36 to 84

A Street Game contract, like big Shaq shit

And the Governor got my back, for you niggaz with that jack shit

You don't know, you better ask

Cause Billy Bad Ass, will get you a toe tag bitch

[Mr. 3-2]

Sitting swoll I'm cold, in this street game I play

Me and Billy Bad Ass, ready to put work in cause it pays

Punk watch what ya see, about royalty

Cause you don't wanna cross that line, in your L-I-F-E

G-O-V, represent the almighty dolla

Fake niggaz speak like hoes, but real niggaz holla

Holla-holla, if you ain't talking bout nothing

Bitch you better move around, get out my face and stack some'ing

Quit fronting like you the man, cause I'm knowing you's a runner

I'm a 3rd Coast Boss, with my lil' bro right up under ya

Hitting these streets like thunder, in a Benz on cutters

Mean mugging for the world, ready to kill a motherfucker

[talking]

Ha hoe niggaz we fa sho niggaz, kick do' nigga

Smoke dro, fuck your hoe fa sho nigga

Running these broads bitch, royalty is money bitch

Know I'm tal'n bout