Released: October 20, 2009

Songwriter: Royce da 5'9"

Producer: Nottz

[Hook]
(1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8)
Y'all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me? You too can count for nothing

[Verse 1]
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
BLAOW! Like (1-2) guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryna run through
Like, like (3-4) we raw
Me and Vish' trade like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the Mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne, Ye, Jay (Haha, I'm just playing with y'all)
I keep the (4-5) on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About (7-8) niggas and die
Feeling some type of way, I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plotting on my own crew
Joey, Crooked, Or-tez, Slaughterhouse!

[Chorus]
(1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8)
Y'all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me? You too can count for nothing
Like (1, 2) like (3) like
You (2) can count for nothing

[Verse 2]
I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip hop is what Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
Yes, it's a couple dope dealers somewhere
That got rich living the shit that I spit (Me!)
I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I account like a Q&A
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
It's Lindsay Lohan, niggas call me Fire Crotch
I'm seeing clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not?
'Cause Sho'nuff, I'm glowing like Taimak
And y'all crying like babies over the net
I should call you niggas Lady Gaga
Or call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel, Shady, blah-blah!"
If I die I'ma leave heat
I'mma leave the sun behind, I'm tryna repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an animal and you can be a random number, uh

[Chorus]
(1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8)
Y'all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me? You too can count for nothing
Like (1, 2) like (3) like
You (2) can count for nothing

[Verse 3]
I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny-Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
Is like for once, I see, like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes, I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
Call you "Stan"
Grab a bitch ass like "aye!", call me OJ Da Juiceman
I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryna shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy

[Chorus]
(1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8)
Y'all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me? You too can count for nothing
Like (1, 2) like (3) like
You (2) can count for nothing

Royce da 5'9"

Royce da 5'9", real name Ryan Daniel Montgomery, is undoubtedly one of the underground rap kings of Detroit. The Michigan MC is a long-time collaborator of Eminem’s, meeting him in December 1997, and is noted as one of the greatest lyricists in hip-hop’s history (in 2012, The Source ranked him as the 48th greatest lyricist of all time in their top 50, this questionable ranking unsurprisingly being scrutinized by many as a gross misjudgment).

Although critics have previously cast shade on his ability to create a well-rounded body of work, many, critics included, considered his sophomore effort, Death is Certain (2004), to be a strong album. To learn more in-depth about his solo discography, read this page (the page listed is old, so it is not updated).

Royce is the Bad half of Bad Meets Evil (with Eminem), ¼ of Slaughterhouse (alongside Crooked I KXNG CROOKED, Joe Budden and Joell Ortiz), and ½ of PRhyme (with DJ Premier). Royce currently operates a independent record label, Bad Half Entertainment.