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Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" f LA the Darkman - Paranoia

Royce Da 5`9" f LA the Darkman - Paranoia слова песни

Call it Paranoia. YeaEvery day is war. Every day, niggaz is gon` hateGotta move[Royce Da 5`9"]I`m a walking targetI`m so far from soft, I`m probably close to the hardestnigga you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problemAnd the shit he never starts, sickest artist there ever wasNigga found dead in his house, don`t know who did itYea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the pavementI`m wavin a nine out of the window and blazinIs your house shakinwho`s inside nigga, it`s funeral time niggaThey die from straight hits, pride wastedCry your face, I ain`t your suit and your tieNow look what you made usLook at the witnesses, all of them look shakinAnd alls they seen was the back of a green car with the plate flippedLook at the news, I did it without puttin a hit out ownYou homies in chrome, watch that nigga[Chorus: Royce]I got my back, because it`s my gatAnd 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 rearviewFor longer than three lights, and I don`t know youI`ma pull over, And I might shoot youYou 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 pointAlways holding nigga, always sober. Call it paranoia[LA the Darkman]In your bushes, on the side of your houseWaitin to smoke you when come in from hangin outFriday night, perfect, I timed it just rightI know you at the club cuz your car is nowhere in sightI`m like the DC sniper, Mr. MalvoStrategically precise when I squeeze the cali-coYou look like a asshole, full of shitNiggaz sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spitBlack shirt, black jeans, black boots, black whipBlack mask, paif of black leather gloves for my gripI don`t need no print, a killer with a planMakin sure I dont get, gunpowder on my handsAll drama I`ma end it, murder game splendedLeavin all crews for the fucker in forensicsI got, two dependants, I gotta make it homeClean get-away, two bullets through your domeIs locked nigga.[Chorus] - La the Darkman[Royce Da 5`9" - spoken word]And that`s just how the story goes y`allAny nigga where I`m from already knowsFunny, my homie cuz said niggaz gon` bring you a bowl of soup when you sickBut if you die, then gonna love you laterThink you a fuckin statue or some shitGod bless these streets, God bless these streets right nowI`ma just be doing my thing so maybe, you know, I could show you howDon`t come lookin for trouble, cuz you just might find itDon`t stand too close to me, I`m always on point, never blinded

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