Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quiet, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
Quiet |
| Oh yeah |
| Oh yeah |
| Oh, oh yeah |
| See I done said so much (so much) |
| I done said so much that I don’t even got that much to say |
| I done cried so much (so much) |
| I done cried so much that I can’t even wipe the tears away |
| Quiet |
| That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) |
| Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet) |
| That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet) |
| Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet) |
| Hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut |
| Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up |
| Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene |
| My south niggas call it chalked up, you know |
| We put money on it when it’s real, they call me Mr. Fifty a head |
| I’m sending ten niggas to kill ya at ten until |
| Every man got an expiration date and a price |
| All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel |
| I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vanna White |
| Them racketeering charges startin' to look like a tennis deal |
| I caught it, garden in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some |
| spinnish spiel, but still I’m dealin' raw |
| From selling to buying weed, actually I’m stealin' all |
| I’m the last of a dying breed that I’m out here killing off |
| Four of my closest friends don’t know their papas so I pull out rows of dollars |
| to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off |
| Get money |
| See I done said so much (so much) |
| I done said so much that I don’t even got that much to say |
| I done cried so much (so much) |
| I done cried so much that I can’t even wipe the tears away |
| Quiet |
| That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) |
| Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet) |
| That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet) |
| Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet) |
| Shhh, I should have been born deaf mute |
| Talkin' get you stripped naked |
| Shootin' at your feet, dancin', till Chippendales at your rescue |
| If there’s a wrinkle then there’s iron to press you |
| Look, time is money, I’m on EST |
| Keep playin, light up your block like Christmas E-v-e |
| I’m the new edition of poison: BBD |
| For that bread my niggas will stamp you: EBT |
| I let a hot line sting 'em, you and the cops while I’m singin' |
| Ever since you left the city, now they hotline’s blingin', hmm |
| Seen a paddy wagon cruisin' and I’m deducin' |
| That they are only movin' cause all the rumors that you in |
| If I had to draw a conclusion all the gangsters we losing is |
| Because of the illusion, you are not in collusion |
| With the boys that’s wearin' blue and it’s causing all this confusion |
| And they wouldn’t even know, but y’all tellin' what niggas doin' |
| See I done said so much (so much) |
| I done said so much that I don’t even got that much to say |
| I done cried so much (so much) |
| I done cried so much that I can’t even wipe the tears away |
| Quiet |
| That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) |
| Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet) |
| That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet) |
| Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet) |
| I’m going on an AK-a-thon |
| Throw a Bible at some shallow waters right before I go and pray upon |
| Double parked, custom license plates says I can pay a fine |
| I ain’t in the zone, I’m in the mother fuckin' lay-up line |
| Speaking of lay ups, we do homi’s based on how we doin' |
| Last lay up line I was in was a body viewin' |
| I’m preoccupied with the Earth’s ills, good 'erbals |
| First meal was milk, I milk these niggas for my first meal |
| Full circle, off of just talking I can tell types |
| But I still give that bitch my whip test |
| If she not exhausted then she can easily tailpipe |
| Playin' that dirty hand I was dealt, don’t complain to me nigga, tell Christ |
| I’m standing over coffins with hammers and screws, with a sickness |
| Man a cure wouldn’t hand a nigga these nails right |
| Only hand-me-down I had was inherited head lice |
| But nothing’s more bugged out as my head size, I live twice |
| E’ery day, one for the body of Martin Luther King, I’m dead nice |
| Rest call me Malcolm, they want me dead because I’m dead right |
| Ask me to spell die, I’mma accidentally spell dice |
| I can shelve a label with my shelf life |
| I’m a rider, but still I steal bikes |
| Out of the field, terrorizing reptiles and field mice |
| I’m cut like I’m touched, a blind man with braille spikes |
| I’m deep, I could break up a mother fuckin' whale fight |
| See I done said so much (so much) |
| I done said so much that I don’t even got that much to say |
| I done cried so much (so much) |
| I done cried so much that I can’t even wipe the tears away |
| Quiet |
| That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) |
| Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet) |
| That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet) |
| Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet) |