Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Assassin, Black Thought Album: Tabernacle: Trust the Shooter Song: Rap on Steroids Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com {"Jahlil beats, holla at me!"} [Royce Da 5'9"] Philadelphia meet Detroit, time to shut your mouth (where your money at?) Now it's time to show these motherfuckers what the fuss about (time to go!) What you dealin with lyrically a couple lyricists who don't miss (swish!) Niggaz askin when Black and Nickle get together for an album, what you gon' get? You gon' get rap on steroids (uh) rap on steroids Nigga that silencer's on the nozzle, you won't feel the clap, you'll only hear noise Y'all got these hoes pegged so wrong while you hotel checkin I gotta pay these hoes just to keep their clothes on like I'm Odell Beckham I'm flyer than a hat on Elroy, I just took it back to the Jetsons I'm with the +Statik+ like I got a Crooked I near an open exit with a bad connection Cause no matter where you go you fucked if this rubber grip roll back in your direction What you lookin at? That's for your protection This is that rap on steroids, nigga that rap on steroids I just spit more clairvoyant raps than it take to make you half paranoid (brrrt!) Clap a gun at any day or night, stand over his body then pray to Christ Like, "You gave me life so I'ma throw you back one, dear Lord!" (ahh!) I'ma throw back one like Fab on the 'gram Garage look like it's sponsored by Hasbro, got the whole ave goin HAM Y'all don't know with what y'all are dealin - I'm on every block, my team bigger Cause I rap, anything I want I got, the only thing I don't got is feelings Nigga my mind's so clear it feels like every thought is Visine driven No I'm not a lean drinker but over that +Fetty WAP+, I lean niggaz This is that [Chorus: Assassin] Rap on steroids, rap on steroids Rap on steroids, rap on steroids [Black Thought] Y'all ran into me on a wrong day, fuck strong Jay, dude gon' say Just bear arms, you in harm's way, you hear alarms you in Bombay No Baghdad, get the gas mask, run break, do a mad dash to that gun safe, you un-safe, in the right place to get blast at And that's anybody, I stay on that anabolic I'm far from anatomically correct, hoes call me that anaconda Roll a sack of that Santa Barbara, lead poisonin in the damn water Flint, Detroit, Ann Arbor, Philadelphia and Harlem Roid rage y'all damn problem, cemetery too damn crowded I'ma go get the jackhammer, go bury a body, don't worry about it E'rybody know e'rybody, I'll be damned they don't hear about it Thought trifle the assault rifle, got a twin brother like Irv Gotti I'm vert', probably back on steroids, kinda like crack on steroids Lou Ferrigno, super negro, I'm gon' and pack your steroids Nigga my memoir's Renoir's, everything I do is fine art Puttin rappers in that pine box, when the Black and Nickel Nine spark It's a problem, all stemmin from them steroids probably Got them comin back to Philly like it's heroin callin American horror, this that Smith & Wesson revolver And if, life's a bitch we gon' Rohypnol her They call it [Chorus] [Royce] Detroit we rappin on [Assass] Steroids! Boy [Royce] Philly we rappin on [Assass] Steroids! Yeah All the rap is on steroids, boy Say we rappin on steroids, yeah [Crook] Nickle I'm rappin on [Assass] Steroids, boy [Black] Pesado rappin on [Assass] Steroids, yeah All the rap is on steroids, boy Said we rappin on steroids, yeah I dun say rapper, say the rap is on steroids Nuff a them a chat and them a make bare noise You don't wanna violate and make the K rise, ay! Them a say the rap is on steroids, ahhh! [Crook] Nickle I'm rappin on [Assass] Steroids! Boy [Eminem] Shady! I'm rappin on [Assass] Steroids!