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[Intro]

Rock City n*gga; yeah
Mics up, lights out
Yo, yo

[Verse 1]

You think I call myself "king" just cus I want love?
Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was
There wouldn’t even be a Midwest without Bone Thugs
Try to knock me off my square n*gga, I won't budge
Goin' for broke, speak in the street for coins(?)
I keep heat in the jeep, you can’t beep what's wrong(?)
Try that strong arm sh*t, and you get buried alive
All you n*ggas is Big, but none of y'all Ready To Die
It's a freak mind game we play when we smart
You say "it's a art", but nothin you sayin' with your heart
It's a sixth sense that real n*ggas die
Yo, we know, you just know if you a hoe or not
If I could filter out the game, I would
I'll speak the n*ggas 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, you on the wrong way on the other
Uh, yeah, yo
[Chorus]

Mics up, lights out (yeah)
Real n*ggas on the prowl (wooh)
Still drink if it ain’t mine
Real n*ggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah
Mics up, lights out (yeah)
Real n*ggas on the prowl (wooh)
Still drink if it ain't mine
Real n*ggas throw up drinks like gang signs

[Verse 2]

(Yo) I robbed a n*gga before, but do that make me a thug? Or stupid and young?
The things a n*gga can do with a gun
Never put fear in my heart, I'm talkin' all loud and obnoxious
Which most of you do when you pop sh*t
I’m paying the price now cus it cost to shine
And whoever thought I lost it had lost their mind, n*gga
Look into the eyes of this n*gga before you judge him
You better be prepared to die for this n*gga before you love him
Yo, my sh*t is real cus I'm the realest
And f*ck ill, you can be the illest
See how many real n*ggas feel it
I don't ever plan to go back to the streets that's cold
Back to work with a motherf*ckin' (?) in the hole(?)
Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug
I'd rather be Royce da five apostrophe nine quotation
So how you love that n*gga? The game can change
You got a problem on your hands, and it's a n*gga with brains
Yeah
[Chorus]

Mics up, lights out (yeah)
Real n*ggas on the prowl (wooh)
Still drink if it ain't mine
Real n*ggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah
Mics up, lights out (yeah)
Real n*ggas on the prowl (wooh)
Still drink if it ain't mine
Real n*ggas throw up drinks like gang signs

[Outro]

Royce Da 5'9"
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Royce Da 5'9"
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Royce Da 5'9"
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