Paranoia Lyrics - La The Darkman

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 

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[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 

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[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