Tell Me to My Face - Havoc, Royce 5'9

One for my troubles, two for the money

Haters feeling some kind of way and I don’t give a fuck, B

Take the good with the bad, toastin', raisin' my glass

Shorty want my attention, she backin' up that ass

We fornicate, I’m all she ate, I’m puffin' on that loud

High as a helicopter — I’m standin' on a cloud

Livin' life to the fullest, and smokin' on that good shit

Got to find a way to do it, and now you findin' excuses?

Shorty, get with the movement — stop livin' that illusion

The niggas you look up to is under my influence

Yeah, your Grammy artists and your Moonman winners

I’m the reason 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 bomber

My intent is foul with a smile, I’ll be Obama

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 talkin' like a killer, I ain’t with it

I say «do it, grow some balls, nigga, tell me to my face»

Feelin' any kind of way, and 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 playin' with you clowns, I never will

Wipe that smile off your motherfuckin' face

Yeah — when Ryan performing

Diamonds on him looking like shining armor

So when I die, you just supply my body with iron embalming

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 Mormons

To buying up foreign properties, been my ongoing 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 mahogany

This is my backyard barbecue flow

I’m living by the honorable artistry code

I went about as far as modesty goes

And that’s good as gold, mind, body and soul

I’m outside of me watching my body

Embody god body till 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

For day one, had that feelin' I would get that paper

All my competition crumpled like vanilla wafers

Ice runnin' through my veins, sippin' Hennessey, no chaser

You know what I made’s a product of my environment

Single for the soldiers on my team that ironed this

The iron spit, yeah, and we cry «rich»

Always on that fly shit, that real nigga fly shit

Wildin', bangin' that Big «Ready To Die» shit

Stylin' on these niggas then you know I throw up my shit