Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Melanie Rutherford
Album:  Layers
Song:   Flesh
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Melanie Rutherford]
When the seas touch{?} to and forward
When the man walks through the door
With all that gleam then all is gold
Designer names all from head to toe
Here we go~!

[Intro: "Lincoln"]
Baby! Baby!
Damn, slow down a little bit
I just wanna get to know you baby
You know what I'm sayin?
I don't wanna bite you, shit
It's all chicken except for the bone, yeah
Shit, I'm just - ay, I'm gettin a little money out here
I just wanna spread the wealth, you know what I'm sayin?
I got, I got money, I got credit cards, I got PayPal cards
Whatever you wanna do, we can do EBT, you need groceries?
Shit, baby, what you lookin at?
Look, what the fuck you see over there?
Is a unicorn over there?

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Niggaz sweat bitches while bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats
If you don't get no respect - it really don't matter
you could be Louis Vuitton'd up
You might as well have on Von Dutch and Tommy Hilfiger with a debt
I don't do dirt, I don't call scenes, I send niggaz through to leave a mess

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm a, real nigga in the flesh; I will, find a bitch in distress
I will, make her feel so alive, then beat her with the dick to death
Real nigga in the flesh, if shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left, real nigga in the flesh

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I despise rappin niggaz
Y'all niggaz fly private, I come sky-jack you niggaz
You disrespect me, I'll get on board with three K's out and
go to your PJ's pilot
Tell him I need those "jet's keys"/"jet skis" like I'm DJ Khaled
Seems like every artist out there snortin coke and smokin base
I just opened up the briefcase and dumped out the contents to close up an open case
If my soul shall rise and I'ma lift the hood up like Tray' Martin
I'm a clapper, they targets, they trappers, I'm a convict slash escape artist

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Real nigga in the flesh, find the bitches in distress
Make 'em feel so alive, then beat 'em with the dick to death
Yes, real nigga in the flesh, if shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left, real nigga in the flesh

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm P-O-P, you D-U-D; you bark up this tree
I'll make you turn over three new leafs, you live right by the code or get left like 3-2-3
I'm A Tribe Called Quest, I'm the new G, out here goin dumber than Tweedledee
All these youngin's wanna redo me, like these movies
Cause I'm so Pablo Escobar-esque, elephant in the room, never out my element/LMN
Oh/O, always on my P's and Q's, like RSTUV
Ahh! Never tell your intel to a gent who's intelligent cause he'll tell a friend
who then shall attempt to turn bullets into shells to spend and turn humans into skeletons
Rrah!

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh, find the bitches in distress
Make 'em feel so alive, then beat 'em with the dick to death
Yes, real nigga in the flesh, if shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left, real nigga in the flesh, yes!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm breakin noggins, I'm datin goddesses, the haters tried
but couldn't feed me salt cause I seasoned all them
now I'm rakin dollars in, say goodbye
I'm finna take you outta here, you can't deny it
I'm the H.N.I. in here
The four-door Porsche or whatever vehicle - a nigga like Lincoln couldn't survive
Well I made it out and over four scores and seven years ago
I know time flies by, yours tick-tick-tick
mines went whip-whip-whip like eleven Lears ago
My flow's so heaven sent when I go to heaven I'ma go "Heaven, here you go"
I'ma go tell God, "I know I promised that I'd never steal your flow"
I lied; ain't nothin like side pussy on my dick
word to the motherfuckin DJ Quik
Bunch of girls wanna have a bunch of relations
even when the nigga wanna be they friend
I learned that faithful women need they men
they don't really wanna leave they men
They just don't wanna get a phone call
from another chick sayin where he done been
If your bitch 'bout to leave
start to askin yourself questions like "Fight for her? Why?"
You better step up and fight for her
like you're fightin for Hawaii, and you muh'fuckin B.J. Penn
I'm a real nigga in the flesh, my wife almost left me but she ain't do it
I don't like the way "ex-wife" sound; that don't, got a, +ring+ to it~!

[Outro]
{*phone rings*}
Get her