Royce da 5'9", La The Darkman - Paranoia lyrics
[Royce da 5'9", La The Darkman - Paranoia lyrics]
Call it Paranoia yea
Every day is war every day
Niggas is gon' hate gotta move
I'm a walking target i'm so far from soft
I'm probably close to the hardest
Nigga you ever saw, been never thug
Never had a problem
And the shit he never starts
Sickest artist there ever was
Nigga found dead in his house
Don't know who did it
Yea, you bet it was me
Niggas die at the pavement
I'm wavin a nine out of the window and blazin
Is your house shakin
Who's inside nigga, it's funeral time nigga
They die from stray hit's, pride wasted
Dry your face, iron your suit and your tie
Now look what you made us
Look at the witnesses
All of them look shakin
And alls they seen was the back of
A green car with the plate flipped
Look at the news
I did it without puttin a hit out own
You homies in chrome, watch that nigga
I got my back, because it's my gat
And my mouth that Started the War
Lookin around me, got a gun on my lap
While I'm drivin, taking the back routs Home
If your headlights is in my rearview
For longer than three lights
And I don't know you
I'mma pull over, and I might shoot you
You should go around me, and don't look at me
'Till after you pass me
Cuz I might blast you nigga I'm at war
I'm Paranoid, always on point
Always holding nigga
Always sober call it paranoia
In your bushes, on the side of your house
Waitin to smoke you when come
In from hangin out
Friday night, perfect, I timed it just right
I know you at the club cuz
Your car is nowhere in sight
I'm like the DC sniper, Mr malvo
Strategically precise when I
Squeeze the cali-co
You look like a asshole, full of shit
Niggas sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spit
Black shirt, black jeans, black boots
Black whip black mask
Paif of black leather gloves for my grip
I don't need no print, a killer with a plan
Makin sure I don't get, gunpowder on my hands
All drama I'mma end it, murder game splended
Leavin all crews for the fucker in forensics
I got, two dependants, I gotta make it home
Clean get-away, two bullets through your dome
Is locked nigga
And that's just how the story goes y'all
Any nigga where I'm from already knows
Funny, my homie cuz said
Niggas gon' bring you
A bowl of soup when you sick
But if you die, then gonna love you later
Think you a fuckin statue or some shit
God bless these streets
God bless these streets right now
I'mma just be doing my thing
So maybe, you know, i could show you how
Don't come lookin for trouble
Cuz you just might find it
Don't stand too close to me
I'm always on point, never blinded
Every day is war every day
Niggas is gon' hate gotta move
I'm a walking target i'm so far from soft
I'm probably close to the hardest
Nigga you ever saw, been never thug
Never had a problem
And the shit he never starts
Sickest artist there ever was
Nigga found dead in his house
Don't know who did it
Yea, you bet it was me
Niggas die at the pavement
I'm wavin a nine out of the window and blazin
Is your house shakin
Who's inside nigga, it's funeral time nigga
They die from stray hit's, pride wasted
Dry your face, iron your suit and your tie
Now look what you made us
Look at the witnesses
All of them look shakin
And alls they seen was the back of
A green car with the plate flipped
Look at the news
I did it without puttin a hit out own
You homies in chrome, watch that nigga
I got my back, because it's my gat
And my mouth that Started the War
Lookin around me, got a gun on my lap
While I'm drivin, taking the back routs Home
If your headlights is in my rearview
For longer than three lights
And I don't know you
I'mma pull over, and I might shoot you
You should go around me, and don't look at me
'Till after you pass me
Cuz I might blast you nigga I'm at war
I'm Paranoid, always on point
Always holding nigga
Always sober call it paranoia
In your bushes, on the side of your house
Waitin to smoke you when come
In from hangin out
Friday night, perfect, I timed it just right
I know you at the club cuz
Your car is nowhere in sight
I'm like the DC sniper, Mr malvo
Strategically precise when I
Squeeze the cali-co
You look like a asshole, full of shit
Niggas sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spit
Black shirt, black jeans, black boots
Black whip black mask
Paif of black leather gloves for my grip
I don't need no print, a killer with a plan
Makin sure I don't get, gunpowder on my hands
All drama I'mma end it, murder game splended
Leavin all crews for the fucker in forensics
I got, two dependants, I gotta make it home
Clean get-away, two bullets through your dome
Is locked nigga
And that's just how the story goes y'all
Any nigga where I'm from already knows
Funny, my homie cuz said
Niggas gon' bring you
A bowl of soup when you sick
But if you die, then gonna love you later
Think you a fuckin statue or some shit
God bless these streets
God bless these streets right now
I'mma just be doing my thing
So maybe, you know, i could show you how
Don't come lookin for trouble
Cuz you just might find it
Don't stand too close to me
I'm always on point, never blinded