Havoc - Tell Me To My Face Lyrics
(feat. Royce Da 5'9")[Verse 1: Havoc]One for my troubles, two for the moneyHaters feeling some kind of way and I don’t give a *****, BTake the good with the bad, toastin’, raisin’ my glassShorty want my attention, she backin’ up that assWe fornicate, I’m all she ate, I’m puffin’ on that loudHigh as a helicopter – I’m standin’ on a cloudLivin’ life to the fullest, and smokin’ on that good shitGot to find a way to do it, and now you findin’ excuses?Shorty, get with the movement – stop livin’ that illusionThe niggas you look up to is under my influenceYeah, your Grammy artists and your Moonman winnersI’m the reason they even got a speech to deliverI’m certified hood, anywhere I go I’m goodIf you knew better you’d do better, you wouldn’t if you couldThe world is a cold place, got on my leather bomberMy intent is foul with a smile, I’ll be Obama[Hook: Havoc]For what it’s worth, I don’t do the back and forthLet’s get it over, nigga, tell me to my faceEverybody talkin’ like a killer, I ain’t with itI say “do it, grow some balls, nigga, tell me to my face”Feelin’ any kind of way, and do this shit night or dayWe don’t play with ‘em, we aim ‘em at your faceI’ll tell you now, I ain’t playin’ with you clowns, I never willWipe that smile off your mother*****in’ face[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9]Yeah – when Ryan performing,Diamonds on him looking like shining armorSo when I die, you just supply my body with iron embalmingI’m buying up everybody, from the highest to the hired informantBy deploying words like a thesaurus, I’ve acquired employmentFrom lying dormant, quiet as MormonsTo buying up foreign properties, been my ongoing prophecyWe’re all going in profits, war and robbery***** my trigger finger, the whole arm’s itching, I got the poison ivyI won’t stop until your eyes go mahoganyThis is my backyard barbecue flowI’m living by the honorable artistry codeI went about as far as modesty goesAnd that’s good as gold, mind, body and soulI’m outside of me watching my bodyEmbody god body till the inside of meThinks quicker than the outside of mePops mollies and drinks liquorSo hiccupEither be a rhymer or be VietnamNow run along and tell your complete circle to be around[Hook: Havoc][Verse 3: Havoc]For day one, had that feelin’ I would get that paperAll my competition crumpled like vanilla wafersIce runnin’ through my veins, sippin’ Hennessey, no chaserYou know what I made’s a product of my environmentSingle for the soldiers on my team that ironed thisThe iron spit, yeah, and we cry “rich”Always on that fly shit, that real nigga fly shitWildin’, bangin’ that Big “Ready To Die” shitStylin’ on these niggas then you know I throw up my shit[Hook: Havoc]
