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    Royce Da 5'9" / Lyrics

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    "Take His Life" Lyrics

    Royce Da 5'9"

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    What...what...yo...
    (Take his life) all these niggaz wana do is talk
    (Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggaz
    (Take his life) don't these niggaz know it's not a game
    (Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame

    (Take his life) all these niggaz wana do is talk
    (Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggaz
    (Take his life) don't these niggaz know it's not a game
    (Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame

    We detroit niggaz
    The illest breed of niggaz to breathe
    Detroit niggaz 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 nigga
    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 niggaz like it's a walk to school worth my goods
    I got niggaz 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
    Fuck that all y'all strange niggaz to me
    Fuck that my niggaz'll hang niggaz for me
    You living or dying? nigga you know I'm gripping the iron
    For the drama your man is a bitch 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 niggaz who don't handle their mind right
    Shine bright and we straight thug niggaz 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 cocked 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 nigga'
    This song was submitted on March 18th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Robert F. Tewlow, Ryan Montgomery, Ryan D. Montgomery.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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