Royal Fam - Our Time (feat. Dark Denim & C.O.I.N.S.) Lyrics
f/ Snuggle-Up[Dark Denims]What? Take it to your mother*****in headRoyal Fam, yeah, just me and you, niggaJust me and youPrepare to die niggaYeah you, with your snake-assSlitherin all up in my grass, with your fake assThe Dark one, my Royal Fam du', I make a part'My team tight like fifty-five niggas up in the 'partmentWhat bothers me, brothers ain't dealin with equalityYo, nigga, Timbuktu got your ass stuck to poverty***** the law, because the law made enoughDisrespect my Fam, awww you done *****ed upWho sent you? All of a sudden you actin sentimentalYou think I give a *****, have some knuckles to your dentalThe rhymes tight, ***** five micsGimme my strikes, my raw heat, We're World War streetThat's what I said right, you playa haterSave that bullshit for laterI shine your mind and refine, cuz I'm greataYou dubplated, we can never be relatedNiggas like you keep my Fam motivatedIn ninety-nine its our time to shineMy time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?[Snuggle-Up]Basically I couldn't wait, I want the whole restaurant***** a full plate, 20,000 Brooklyn-ese at $5Niggas is weak, a new single as I speakI realized half the world ain't been baptistedAs the sunrise in Brooklyn, owe AllahGood-looking, dead foreshooken, I'm about to make this happenOne man assault against, everything rappinPregnate the industry, I'm claimin that its mineNo need for blood, test the albums on timeAnd when ya hear it indeed, that's when I breast-feedTeach the culture-seed, longevityAnd if the truth shame the devilI'ma take you to a level where the truth can get you killedI'm nice with the skills, for realI pay my bills like this, plus I'm strivin righteousC.O.I.N.S. no quest' of course we're priceless, what?In ninety-nine its our time to shineMy time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?[Dark Denims]My Law & Order will slaughter niggas in the first quarterYou wack nigga? Yo, let me rock the mic for yaThe Dark Denim had it made so you can fit 'emMy Royal Fam, we strike mics like the Deadly VenomYou can't ***** with the lyricalBomb you and your physicalInspect yo' Deck, Bob your Digital85% of you niggas is not original, it's overAsk Jehovah, I put the witness in a comaRan up on a buster with an ArizonaWe rule shit, same old niggas on some new shitMy new slips got you *****es dancin to my musicIn ninety-nine is our time to shineMy time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?[Dark Denims] (Snuggle-Up)]{*Snuggle-Up repeating "wack-ass labels" on the background*Yeah, all you fake ass niggas, Royal Fam, COINS{*Dark Denim hachs and spits*Spittin on y'all niggas for the nine, 2GWhat? Comin at me with that old time bullshitWhat?(Original U.K. ***** you!)
