Lights Out

Royce Da 5'9

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    Rock city nigga
    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, nigga 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 shit and you get buried alive
    All ya'll niggaz 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 niggaz got
    Yo, we know, just know, if you a hoe, or not
    If I could filter out the game, I would
    I'll speak niggaz 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 niggaz on the prowl
    Still drink if it ain't mines
    Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
    Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
    Real niggaz on the prowl
    Still drink if it ain't mines
    Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs

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    [Verse 2]
    Yeah, I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug?
    Was stupid and young
    Things niggaz 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 shit
    I'm payin' the price now, cuz it cost to shine
    And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, nigga
    Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him
    You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him
    My shit is real, cuz I'm the realest
    So fuck Ill, you can be the illest
    See how many real niggaz feel it
    I don't ever plan to go back to the streets, it's cold
    Back to work with a mother fuckin' 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 nigga, the game done changed
    You got a problem on your hands and this a nigga with brains
    Yeah

    [Chorus]
    Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
    Real niggaz on the prowl
    Still drink if it ain't mines
    Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
    Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
    Real niggaz on the prowl
    Still drink if it ain't mines
    Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs

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