Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Agent Sasco, Fabolous, Jadakiss, Pusha T Album: Book of Ryan Song: Summer On Lock Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Pusha T] I got the summer on lock (on lock) and the winter too (winter too) Let me show you what a winner do (winner do) Stay stuntin but you broke, why you frontin? (why you frontin?) We the topic of discussion Got the summer on lock (on lock) and the winter too (winter too) Let me show you what a winner do (winner do) Stay stuntin but you broke, why you frontin? (why you frontin?) We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock [Royce Da 5'9"] Nigga I'm so far ahead of my time I'm 'bout to start another life You a target, I'll probably blast you twice Alky rappin with the passion of Christ Curveball through the eye of the storm, I am the calm 'fore disaster could strike The rocks on that watch on that dial gon' shine loud on you hustlers who out there in brownstones, like the Huxtables Y'all came to be euthanized, I can't be de-humanized I ain't even human, I'm payin a communion wine Cruisin in that Wraith dawg, like we came to offend haters Shoot a nigga face off like his neighbor is Tim Taylor Racketeerin charge, tennis match in the yard Y'all can finish that wack shit, then it's back to the gods I'm in the Maybach right now tryna innovate I'm too fly, don't try to give me my props, just give me space Your favorite artist tryna party with Puff I'm tryna fuck Cardi in a pair of Cartier Buffs, what? [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Why you frontin? HA-HAAAHH! Uh, it's fly season, my season (my season) Long as I don't lose, it's all cool if I die even (cool) Yeah, we the niggaz that they talkin 'bout (us) Yeah, y'all the niggaz that they chalkin out (yup) Yeah, I just let 'em go, I don't force 'em out Supreme Court starin at my man as they walk him out The time that he lookin at is crucial I could see the pain translated through his pupils Turn yourself in, it's even worse when they scoop you See the Jake, don't hit the brake, just go to neutral Barbeques, white yacht parties, that's what he used to Pool halls, clubs and cribs, that's what he shoot through Work out, get your number on, ock (work out) Say your prayers, get your slumber on, ock (uh-huh) They ain't give you life so your number gon' pop You best believe 'til the day you come home [Interlude: Agent Sasco] + (Pusha T) (I got the summer on lock) Our-a sun shine all day long - heyyy Tell 'em soul hustle all day long - heyyy Our-a sun shine all day long All-all-all day long (I got the summer on lock) [Fabolous] Ah, stop frontin nigga, hah! Grind all winter, shine all summer Life's a bitch and I'm tryna keep you slimeballs from her Any leaks we gon' fix it, none of mine call plumbers Nina to yo' chest player like nine y'all number We Rondo niggaz, real recognize real, you John Doe nigga I made a closet out of a condo nigga See that's flyest nigga livin shit, look over the river shit She say I'm a asshole, how? When I don't give a shit It's play money, my son think the foreign a toy That's why the family gon' +Ball+ like Lavar and his boys I realize they wanna backstab me, then turn knife You ain't got a hunnid 'til you got two hunnid, learn life Respect ain't earned twice, once you lose it it's gone And it's lame when your money right but you using it wrong Shout to niggaz comin home this summer, the +Juice+ back Screamin O.J. shootin craps, brought the tre-deuce back, yeah [Chorus] - first 1/2 [Interlude]