ROYAL FAM

ROYAL FAM - Our Time lyrics

(feat. Snuggle-Up)

[Dark Denims]

What? Take it to your motherfuckin head

Royal Fam, yeah, just me and you, nigga

Just me and you

Prepare to die nigga

Yeah you, with your snake-ass

Slitherin all up in my grass, with your fake ass

The Dark one, my Royal Fam du', I make a part'

My team tight like fifty-five niggas up in the 'partment

What bothers me, brothers ain't dealin with equality

Yo, nigga, Timbuktu got your ass stuck to poverty

Fuck the law, because the law made enough

Disrespect my Fam, awww you done fucked up

Who sent you? All of a sudden you actin sentimental

You think I give a fuck, have some knuckles to your dental

The rhymes tight, fuck five mics

Gimme my strikes, my raw heat, We're World War street

That's what I said right, you playa hater

Save that bullshit for later

I shine your mind and refine, cuz I'm greata

You dubplated, we can never be related

Niggas like you keep my Fam motivated

In ninety-nine its our time to shine

My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?

[Snuggle-Up]

Basically I couldn't wait, I want the whole restaurant

Fuck a full plate, 20,000 Brooklyn-ese at $5

Niggas is weak, a new single as I speak

I realized half the world ain't been baptisted

As the sunrise in Brooklyn, owe Allah

Good-looking, dead foreshooken, I'm about to make this happen

One man assault against, everything rappin

Pregnate the industry, I'm claimin that its mine

No need for blood, test the albums on time

And when ya hear it indeed, that's when I breast-feed

Teach the culture-seed, longevity

And if the truth shame the devil

I'ma take you to a level where the truth can get you killed

I'm nice with the skills, for real

I pay my bills like this, plus I'm strivin righteous

C.O.I.N.S. no quest' of course we're priceless, what?

In ninety-nine its our time to shine

My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?

[Dark Denims]

My Law & Order will slaughter niggas in the first quarter

You wack nigga? Yo, let me rock the mic for ya

The Dark Denim had it made so you can fit 'em

My Royal Fam, we strike mics like the Deadly Venom

You can't fuck with the lyrical

Bomb you and your physical

Inspect yo' Deck, Bob your Digital

85% of you niggas is not original, it's over

Ask Jehovah, I put the witness in a coma

Ran up on a buster with an Arizona

We rule shit, same old niggas on some new shit

My new slips got you bitches dancin to my music

In ninety-nine is our time to shine

My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?

[Dark Denims (Snuggle-Up)]

[Snuggle-Up repeating "wack-ass labels" on the background]

Yeah, all you fake ass niggas, Royal Fam, COINS

[Dark Denim hachs and spits]

Spittin on y'all niggas for the nine, 2G

What? Comin at me with that old time bullshit

What?

(Original U.K. Fuck you!)

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