Royce da 5'9" - On The Low lyrics

This nigga, Lo, from Illinois was serving him
Had an MO for being cold-blooded
But his soul was murderous
He had a thing for doing business with niggas
And flipping the script on ‘em
Soon as they feel he good
He emptying clips on ‘em
If you was rich, homie, it’s iffy
He’ll switch on a nigga so quickly on the low
Shh, ask around about you
Get cool with who you eat with
So he could out you peep this
Now he posted in Detroit
Copped a little hideaway on the west
The Chi is like a 4-hour drive away
By the way, 8 Mile’s a mile away
That’s where the bar is where the
Hood stars party like a holiday
Made it there, like I would say
11 on a Saturday you slipping
He ain’t here to hear what you got to say


And now he on the low
Walk through, spot a hot nigga
Spot a drunk nigga on his jock
With him he can talk to

That your man? Hmm he’s with you? Hmm
He a troop? Hmm
What he push? Damn he the shit? Hmm
What he do? Hmm
He got the hoes? Hmm what’s his name? Nah
I’m low
"I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him
I promise, but of course you know I
Have my fingers crossed"

Now he talking to the right hand
Man of the boss man
Oh boy, they’re slipping
They must be some off-brands
Niggas is telling him everything
He actually thinking
He finna take everything they
Have and kill ‘em
And then here comes a stripper asking if
He want to tip for dancing
He thinking "I could use her
To get at this nigga but on the low"
"Dance for him, I’m paying for him
I’ll give you 50 G’s if you get in his pants
I got plans for him"
That’s all she had to hear
She barely see that a year
She tricking for way less
She gripping the cavalier
She walks up to him like
"this dance is on him
Right there in the blue and white
I’m trying to be with you tonight
"Right there in the blue and
White, he spending the money, huh
These niggas is too alike, "sit down
Let’s kick it on the low here’s a grand
The nigga that sent the dance too extra
Let me ask you a couple of questions"

That your man? Hmm he’s with you? Hmm
He a troop? Hmm
What he push? Damn he the shit? Hmm
What he do? Hmm
He got the hoes? Hmm what’s his name? Nah
I’m low:
"I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him
I promise, but of course you know I
Have my fingers crossed"

Now the stripper with the boss man
Boss man talking ‘bout
Lo trying to get too close
He ‘bout to spark him out
Take whatever money he got after
He wet him up
She said ", we could just set him up
How you want to do it? Should
I take him to the telly, what?"
"Yes, when you get in there
Hit me on the celly on the low"
So she go to Lo, tell him it’s a go
She gon’ get the boss to the telly
Come and bring the dough here we go
The stripper calls to both of these niggas
To meet her up at the same time and place
They feel as though it’s no time
To waste so they hurry up, get there
Don’t look like it shit there
Still they’re both prepared
When they see each other they
Flinch and pull the toast
And the stripper appears with a
Nigga and tell them both, "get low"
While they’re on the ground getting robbed
‘bout to be stinking
They see her kiss this nigga
They got to be thinking

That your man? Hmm he’s with you? Hmm
He a troop? Hmm
What he push? Damn he the shit? Hmm
What he do? Hmm
He got the hoes? Hmm what’s his name? Nah
I’m low
("I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him
I promise, but of course you know I
Have my fingers crossed")

Detroit niggas is the shadiest
Chi Town bitches is the craziest
Detroit bitches is the shadiest
Everybody city got the same BS
Chi Town hoes is the craziest
Everybody hoes on the same BS i know