| Rock city nigga
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| Yeah
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| Mic’s up, lights out (Lights out, lights out…)
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| Yo, yo
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| You think I call myself King just cause I want love?
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| Like it’s easy to blow a whole city that once was
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| It wouldn’t even be a midwest without Bone Thugs
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| Try to knock me off my square, nigga I won’t budge
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| Born from broke, I speak in a street for coins
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| I keep heat in a jeep, you can’t beat Detroit
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| Try that strong arm shit and you get buried alive
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| All ya’ll niggas is big, but none ya’ll is ready to die
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| It’s a freak mind game we play when we smart
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| You say it’s a art, blame nothin' you say in your heart
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| It’s a sixth sense that real niggas got
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| Yo, we know, just know, if you a ho, or not
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| If I could filter out the game, I would
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| I’ll speak niggas name, I’mma bet they got the same opinions about me
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| It’s like a two way street, with two cars racin' each other
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| On the right track and goin' the wrong way on the other
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| Yeah
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| Mic’s up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
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| Real niggas on the prowl
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| Still drink if it ain’t mines
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| Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
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| Mic’s up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
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| Real niggas on the prowl
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| Still drink if it ain’t mines
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| Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
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| Yeah, I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug?
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| Was stupid and young
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| Things niggas can do with a gun
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| You never put fear in my heart
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| Talkin' all loud and obnoxious
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| What most of you do when you pop shit
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| I’m payin' the price now, cuz it cost to shine
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| And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, nigga
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| Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him
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| You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him
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| My shit is real, cuz I’m the realest
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| So fuck Ill, you can be the illest
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| See how many real niggas feel it
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| I don’t ever plan to go back to the streets, it’s cold
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| Back to work with a mother fuckin' week in a hole
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| Lost with blind motivation, I ain’t a thug
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| I’d rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation
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| So how you love that nigga, the game done changed
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| You got a problem on your hands and this a nigga with brains
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| Yeah
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| Mic’s up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
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| Real niggas on the prowl
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| Still drink if it ain’t mines
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| Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
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| Mic’s up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
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| Real niggas on the prowl
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| Still drink if it ain’t mines
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| Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lights Out, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song Build & Destroy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп