Lights Out (feat. Royce Da 5'9") feat. Royce Da 5'9"

歌詞

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 (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