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

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Call it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. Every day, niggaz 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
nigga you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem
And the shit he never starts, sickest artist there ever was
Nigga found dead in his house, don`t know who did it
Yea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the pavement
I`m wavin a nine out of the window and blazin
Is your house shakin
who`s inside nigga, it`s funeral time nigga
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 nigga

[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 nigga *I`m at war*
I`m Paranoid, always on point
Always holding nigga, 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 asshole, full of shit
Niggaz 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 fucker in forensics
I got, two dependants, I gotta make it home
Clean get-away, two bullets through your dome
Is locked nigga.

[Chorus] - La the Darkman

[Royce Da 5`9" - spoken word]
And that`s just how the story goes y`all
Any nigga where I`m from already knows
Funny, my homie cuz said niggaz gon` bring you a bowl of soup when you sick
But if you die, then gonna love you later
Think you a fuckin statue or some shit
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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