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