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Royce Da 59 lyrics : "Take His Life"

What...what...yo...
(Take his life) all these ^!$$%z wana do is talk
(^!$$% take his life) $#&@ around and run into some real ^!$$%z

(Take his life) don't these ^!$$%z know it's not a game
(^!$$% take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame


(Take his life) all these ^!$$%z wana do is talk
(^!$$% take his life) $#&@ around and run into some real ^!$$%z
(Take his life) don't these ^!$$%z know it's not a game

(^!$$% take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame

We detroit ^!$$%z

The illest breed of ^!$$%z to breathe
Detroit ^!$$%z Kill on the street
Kill an mc

Kill on the beat
Kill on the creep
Kill in my sleep

Kill with my peeps
Kill a ^!$$%
Ha! kill with my heat

Got them not moving their lips like ventriloquists
Issue the hit empty the clip until his ten becomes six
Trampoline you off your feet in the form of flips

Fill him with lead got him writing his name with his dick
I got ^!$$%z like it's a walk to school worth my goods
I got ^!$$%z pumping for blood in the heart of your hood

The fact remains you're better off praising our name
Beef with us that'd cost about your life in change
$#&@ that all y'all strange ^!$$%z to me

$#&@ that my ^!$$%z'll hang ^!$$%z for me
You living or dying? ^!$$% you know I'm gripping the iron
For the drama your man is a (*##$ and I'm itching to try him


[Chorus x2]


I promise to live on the side of the tracks
Where witnesses is frequently trading shoes for ? tags
We want war so we coming to get it in blood

And we ain't leaving without something to put in the mud
Pleading for your life with more one-liners than rhyme fights
Backfire on ^!$$%z who don't handle their mind right

Shine bright and we straight thug ^!$$%z with problems
Just making it known long as we got them then y'all got them
Got it listen that's your brain talking to you

You did what i said you'd do look what I led you to
I'm above your hood so i can dead you too
You living in the belly of the beast that I fed you to

I know it's cold go to the light they calling for you
Be a man set an example what a baller would do
Him and all his crew can fall in to

The wrath of the 17 shot exposure I told you!

[Chorus x2]


Size you up six feet couple inches
Sneak attack a cat who naps with slow senses

Red dot gun @@#!ed picture me missing
Aim precise steady hand and start spitting
I'm hard hitting and ready to disregard living

I call life hell I call bars prison
You all off rhythm trying to ball wit' him
Worse off, trying to brawl wit' him all fall victim

Slow down guy before your brakes fall off
And you crash into something that ain't that soft
You ain't that raw gun in your face what's up now?

Pleading to make it right you need to say goodnight

[Chorus to fade...]


[Royce 5'9"]
? wise guy

What ^!$$%'

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