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Call it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. Every day, niggaz is gon` hate Gotta move [Royce Da 5`9"] 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, niggaz 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 straight hits, pride wasted Cry your face, I ain`t 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 [Chorus: Royce] 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`ma 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 [LA the Darkman] 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 Niggaz 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 dont get, gunpowder on my hands All drama I`ma 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. [Chorus] - La the Darkman [Royce Da 5`9" - spoken word] And that`s just how the story goes y`all Any nigga where I`m from already knows Funny, my homie cuz said niggaz 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`ma 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
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