Call it Paranoia. YeaEvery 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 ******t 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 shakinwho'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 lapwhile 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, 'cause 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 'cause your car is nowhere in sight I'm like the DC sniper, Mr. MalvoStrategically precise when I squeeze the cali-co You look like a asshole, full of ******t ******z sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spit Black ******rt, 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 ****** 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 'cause said ******z gon' bring you a bowl of soup when you sick But if you die, then gonna love you later Think you a ****** statue or some ******t 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, 'cause you just might find it Don't stand too close to me, I'm always on point, never blinded
Call it Paranoia. YeaEvery 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 ******t 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 shakinwho'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 lapwhile 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, 'cause 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 'cause your car is nowhere in sight I'm like the DC sniper, Mr. MalvoStrategically precise when I squeeze the cali-co You look like a asshole, full of ******t ******z sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spit Black ******rt, 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 ****** 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 'cause said ******z gon' bring you a bowl of soup when you sick But if you die, then gonna love you later Think you a ****** statue or some ******t 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, 'cause you just might find it Don't stand too close to me, I'm always on point, never blinded
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