DJ JS-1, DJ Ody-Roc, Royce da 5'9" - Lights Out lyrics
[DJ JS-1, DJ Ody-Roc, Royce da 5'9" - Lights Out lyrics]
Rock city nigga yeah
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out)
Yo, yo
You think I call myself King
Just cause 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 niggas 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 niggas got
Yo, we know, just know, if you a ho, or not
If I could filter out the game, I would
I'll speak niggas name
I'mma 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
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah, I robbed a nigga before
But do that make me a thug?
Was stupid and young
Things niggas 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 niggas 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
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out)
Yo, yo
You think I call myself King
Just cause 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 niggas 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 niggas got
Yo, we know, just know, if you a ho, or not
If I could filter out the game, I would
I'll speak niggas name
I'mma 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
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah, I robbed a nigga before
But do that make me a thug?
Was stupid and young
Things niggas 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 niggas 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
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs