[Royce Da 5'9] Yo Ivy, let me know when we rollin We rollin? Aight.. I mean, I been through a lot man Tommy Boy thing, the bootleggers You know, life goes on, so what? You gotta reach deep down in your heart, and pull out as much as you can to get through what you goin through I'm livin proof.. Way down DEEP in the heart of a man who was DEEP in the palm of the hands of the truer streets lives a - nigga who gives a, lyrical nigga the shivers Step up and get hit cause him or his fifth'll deliver His mouth is a gun, the cannibal speaks You need to do more than floss the hand or the teeth And shame on it - only thing that pops out whenever your glock's out is a stick, and a flag with Bang! on it His flow's out-grown his dreams out of a count that he beams out-of-towners and hold down home You niggaz showin up, with a lot of the same soldiers I'm rollin up, pushin her outta your Range Rover You decided to be a rider but why, would you do it when you know you could light up my saliva like lighter fluid Soak with writin; cause 5-9 is back and he's about to spit thunder and shit lightning! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9] Life goes on.. Uh-huh, you thought I was done didn't ya? The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on.. Thought I would run didn't ya? No no Life goes on.. Never again will I, need a return The world keeps turning and.. (And I will never leave these streets again) Life goes on.. Uh-huh, you thought I was done didn't ya? The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on.. Thought I would run didn't ya? No no Life goes on.. Long as I live, I'ma continue to burn The world keeps turning and.. (Na na na na na na na) [Royce Da 5'9] My crew never call me for beef - NO! It never happens to me That's like callin a SWAT team when it's a cat in a tree It's too many reasons, to tell you NIGGA please You can do nothin with me, like weed with too many seeds in it I'm more - vicious, it gets - more pathetic You testin somethin more than a medic nigga or mortician I'm more than rap, I will RUSH you For the sacks like Warren Sapp, like nigga FUCK you I'll STUFF you in a Atlanta mansion Paint the wall with you on Candid Camera, like I'm a phantom answered Demand a ransom; cause a fire at your momma's house and take, all of the tires off of the ambulances Of course the track, fits Mr. King of the small article every month and the Source is BACK With Jay-Dilla, from Slum Village You lookin for us, we be in Rock City nigga - come get us! [Chorus] Life goes on.. The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on.. Life goes on.. The world keeps turning and.. Turning and liiiife gooooes on.. Life goes on.. The world keeps turning and.. Life goes on.. The world keeps turning and..