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Artist: PRhyme (Royce Da 5'9" & DJ Premier)
Album:  PRhyme
Song:   Courtesy
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[Intro: Royce]
Yo, where the other one at?
I like this one
Just let it go Preem

[Royce Da 5'9"]
ZL6 'vette, grippin feelin almost there
Listenin to Bon Jovi, rollin "Livin' on a Prayer"
Privy to the gossip that's been said about me constant
It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson
I, used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live
I value relationships, still I keep it competitive
Nowadays chances are that if you see me throw the match
It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burnin bridge
I'm from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts
Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat it's a fact that if
you with your hoe, don't matter, it's still appropriate to scope at it
Livin life with no balance, drivin drunk on co-pilot
Drive it 'til I to-tal it ('til I to-tal it)
I'm tryin to stay afloat but I got nobody to throw a rope at it
The game is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot
All kind of +Clipse+ with mo' +Malice+ than Pusha, if you profilin
There'll probably be mo' violence than lookin
I'm so stylish, but I ain't talkin eBay - no high end fashion either
If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists courtesy of my DJ

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
{"I can't control it, cain't hold it, it's so nuuuuts"}
{"Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick"}
{"I, I... I respect that"}
I done had a lot of niggaz say they wanna hurt me
Somehow, some way, they just end up in my mercy
Just show some courtesy
{"Hell yeah nigga, you know, niggaz still got it"}
{"Believe that shit"}

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I got killers 'round the way, ready to move that work for me
Niggaz wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me
All I want is courtesy, who cares 'bout the radio?
And you can take the cassette deck from off of your old boombox
and it wouldn't matter, it's still squares on your radio
To keep your wealth, I learned to stay to yo'-self
I call Fachard{?}, tell him spray paint a mural in Watts
Of me spray paintin a mural of Miracle Watts
Shoutout to Michael "5000" Watts
I'm on that lean movement like I'm out here tryin to box
Look nigga, this is a boss thing, ah
Meanin you gettin a laze dot to your offspring, I'm a lost being, ah
Try to cross me without fallin off, I'm afraid not
I'm a frayed knot like a drawstring
I'm preachin to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff, if you can imagine
Me hoppin up out of the cabin like I'm one of the Dukes of Hazard
Like fuck it, leave the top off like time for foreplay
That last line that was before ya
time like Big Ben sittin in Beyoncé doorway
While I'm receivin Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
Listenin to rappers kick knowledge that they probably got from Torae
These Michael Eric Dyson niggaz claimin they king
Not knowin the kind of drama that that bring
I'ma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring
Turn that to gatling
My next album gon' be so dark, and so fly, I should CD package it wrapped in batwings
These Soul Train Music Award actors rock fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to top in leather lookin like bacon in Vaseline
How you lookin like beef jerky beefin in every verse
but never beefin in person? Randy Savage
You wouldn't snap a Slim Jim, you wouldn't rip a wrappin on Christmas in Santa's attic
with the hands of Eddie Scissors, and you average
Put your, mother-fuckin, hands up!
My job is to, move the crowd, move the, motherfuckin crowd
Put your, mother-fuckin, hands up!
{*scratched*: "I respect that"} PRhyme!