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royce da 59 - lights out lyrics

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rock city n-gg-
yeah
mic’s up, lights out (lights out, lights out…)
yo, yo

[verse 1]
you think i call myself king just cuz i want love
like it’s easy to blow a whole city that once was
it wouldn’t even be a midwest without bone thugs
try to knock me off my square, n-gg- i won’t budge
born from broke, i speak in a street for coins
i keep heat in a jeep, you can’t beat detroit
try that strong arm sh-t and you get buried alive
all ya’ll n-gg-z is big, but none ya’ll is ready to die
it’s a freak mind game we play when we smart
you say it’s a art, blame nothin’ you say in your heart
it’s a sixth sense that real n-gg-z got
yo, we know, just know, if you a hoe, or not
if i could filter out the game, i would
i’ll speak n-gg-z name, imma bet they got the same opinions about me
it’s like a two way street, with two cars racin’ each other
on the right track and goin’ the wrong way on the other
yeah

[chorus]
mic’s up, lights out (lights out, light out)
real n-gg-z on the prowl
still drink if it ain’t mines
real n-gg-z throw up drinks like gang signs
mic’s up, lights out (lights out, light out)
real n-gg-z on the prowl
still drink if it ain’t mines
real n-gg-z throw up drinks like gang signs

[verse 2]
yeah, i robbed a n-gg- before, but do that make me a thug?
was stupid and young
things n-gg-z can do with a gun
you never put fear in my heart
talkin’ all loud and obnoxious
what most of you do when you pop sh-t
i’m payin’ the price now, cuz it cost to shine
and whoever thought that i lost it done lost his mind, n-gg-
look into the eyes of this n-gg- before you judge him
you better be prepared to die for this n-gg- before you love him
my sh-t is real, cuz i’m the realest
so f-ck ill, you can be the illest
see how many real n-gg-z feel it
i don’t ever plan to go back to the streets, it’s cold
back to work with a mother f-ckin’ week in a hole
lost with blind motivation, i ain’t a thug
i’d rather be royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation
so how you love that n-gg-, the game done changed
you got a problem on your hands and this a n-gg- with brains
yeah

[chorus]
mic’s up, lights out (lights out, light out)
real n-gg-z on the prowl
still drink if it ain’t mines
real n-gg-z throw up drinks like gang signs
mic’s up, lights out (lights out, light out)
real n-gg-z on the prowl
still drink if it ain’t mines
real n-gg-z throw up drinks like gang signs

{-dj scratching-}



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