Duck Down lyrics

Artist  : Royce Da 5`9`` 
Song : Duck Down



 Send "Duck Down" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Royce Da 5'9"]

Yeah, yeah 

I'm on ya phone, ya friends and killas ya
compone

Til I comb ya home from the village to
california

Runnin up on ya dozen, holmes 

You wasn't be gone, I'll send ya mother a dozen
roses

I'll make ya boss wish that he had

Somethin thats more viscous and killin everything
that he had

Past you, I aint only lyrically killin you
bad

Killin you with a passion, and then im stealin ya
casket

Too many problems following me sayin that "I
am the king"

I am a dream, I helps my gang

Not to offend or hurt the work you put it, my
street niggas feel it

It's self proclaimed

So, who wanna creep, what weaklig wanna beef

Ben Franklin run the streets, he came in a
hundred deep!

You niggas can keep ya thirty murkers

I offer em all extra money man them niggas is
workers

Where was them niggas when you had dreds you
lyin'

You Mehki-Phifer lay on ya side like a hyphen

Nigga I aint built for +Whoo Bitch+ what now?

Tell them niggas when I seem em its on they betta
DUCK!



[Chorus x2]

A truce is impossible, fuck you

Its over you was responsible, for the drunk
you

We punk you, when I see you you better DUCK!

vmmm!!, one of them guns'll go boom 



[Royce Da 5'9"]

The problems, that, 

all of you did somethin that you cant take
back

Yall all know what it is, compete on wax

Is what we coulda did, 

What you think that ya man is so hard just cause
he dont rap?

What is a street nigga relatin a combat

If he had put you in the grave then maybe I'm
that

Type of nigga like you I call you a
cheapskate

Cause you cheap and when its beef in the streets
you skate

Nigga you cant deny the force

3500 in the streets?, aww just so you can die on
my porch

Punk, I will bust my guns til the rounds are
finished

You gone kill who? I be stickin around for a
minute

Plus, "I'll be on my way"

You sound like somebody who sound like somebody,


I dont believe nothin you say

I will make youre group feel like shit pussy

Hang where I hang nigga I will take yo booth



[Chorus x2]

A truce is impossible, fuck you

Its over you was responsible, for the drunk
you

We punk you, when I see you you better DUCK!

vmmmmm!, one of them guns'll go boom 



boom boom ...