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Royce Da 59 lyrics : "Paranoia"

(feat. LA the Darkman)

Call it Paranoia. Yea

Every day is war. Every day, ^!$$%z 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

^!$$% you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem
And the %#@! he never starts, sickest artist there ever was
^!$$% found dead in his house, don't know who did it

Yea, you bet it was me, ^!$$%z die at the pavement
I'm wavin a nine out of the window and blazin
Is your house shakin

who's inside ^!$$%, it's funeral time ^!$$%
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 ^!$$%


[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 ^!$$% *I'm at war*
I'm Paranoid, always on point
Always holding ^!$$%, 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 $$#hole, full of %#@!

^!$$%z 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 $#&@er in forensics
I got, two dependants, I gotta make it home
Clean get-away, two bullets through your dome

Is locked ^!$$%.

[Chorus - La the Darkman]


[Royce Da 5'9" - spoken word]
And that's just how the story goes y'all

Any ^!$$% where I'm from already knows
Funny, my homie cuz said ^!$$%z gon' bring you a bowl of soup when you sick
But if you die, then gonna love you later

Think you a $#&@in statue or some %#@!
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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