It’s Tuesday lyrics

by

Twista


[Intro]
Yeah, you scared ain't you? Relax, it's just music. D-Elite, Jah 5'9", Royce 5'9", Cha Cha, Cut Throat, Billy Nix, my n*gga Tre' Little, my n*gga E. The Rock City n*ggas, we in a world of our own, don't you wanna come ride with us? Come ride with us. Yeah, ride wit us down in Seven Mile, n*ggas with Rock City tattoos on they forearms, n*ggas throwing they sevens up with. Detroit D tattooed on they hand, that's how we do, n*ggas'll die for this sh*t. Time to play, check it out

[Verse 1]
Ayo, sit back, smoke, the joke is over, you woke
This is pure provoked "Murder", it's over "She Wrote"
I don't know how n*ggas manage to sleep
Wake up, yhe clock radio done panicked the streets
Say somethin', I been waiting, now hand me these beats
I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family tree
That'll snap, D12 first in line of the wrath, I came last
'Bout to put my size nine and a half in the game's ass
Once I hit the booth I swooped on n*ggas like "Whoosh"
Two-bit n*ggas, coupes, and figures we rule
I been vicious, just listen from one track to the next
I was gangsta when rap was nothin' but the hats with the X
I sat and watched album for album, n*ggas flop
n*ggas went from pro-black to Italian, I was hot
I worked my f*cking ass off, hopin' to blast off
Now I'ma let y'all see me like when Ghost took his mask off
Give you more run for ya ones, packin' a full clip
Rapper n*ggas come with ya guns, don't bullsh*t
I'ma only give you wild sh*t, rap with a mild pitch
Only clever with that occasional style switch
Y'all n*ggas play around on the mic, that's why I'm 'bout to lay it down
Savor they way that you sounding tonight
Because I listen to y'all n*ggas records on Fool's Day
Now crack open and bump my sh*t, it's Tuesday
[Outro]
It's Royce 5'9"
This n*gga know he too cool
But don't ya know ya too smooth
I really love how ya do
It ain't no other like you
(You better wake up, he's coming)
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