Lights Out Lyrics - Build And Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 (single) - Royce Da 5'9

Rock city nigga 

Yeah 

Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out...) 

Yo, yo 

[Verse 1] 

You think I call myself King just cuz I want love 

Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was 

It wouldn't even be a midwest without Bone Thugs 

Try to knock me off my square, nigga I won't budge 

Born from broke, I speak in a street for coins 

I keep heat in a jeep, you can't beat Detroit 

Try that strong arm shit and you get buried alive 

All ya'll niggaz is big, but none ya'll is ready to die 

It's a freak mind game we play when we smart 

You say it's a art, blame nothin' you say in your heart 

It's a sixth sense that real niggaz got 

Yo, we know, just know, if you a hoe, or not 

If I could filter out the game, I would 

I'll speak niggaz name, Imma bet they got the same opinions about me 

It's like a two way street, with two cars racin' each other 

On the right track and goin' the wrong way on the other 

Yeah 

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[Chorus] 

Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out) 

Real niggaz on the prowl 

Still drink if it ain't mines 

Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs 

Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out) 

Real niggaz on the prowl 

Still drink if it ain't mines 

Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs 

[Verse 2] 

Yeah, I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug? 

Was stupid and young 

Things niggaz can do with a gun 

You never put fear in my heart 

Talkin' all loud and obnoxious 

What most of you do when you pop shit 

I'm payin' the price now, cuz it cost to shine 

And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, nigga 

Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him 

You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him 

My shit is real, cuz I'm the realest 

So fuck Ill, you can be the illest 

See how many real niggaz feel it 

I don't ever plan to go back to the streets, it's cold 

Back to work with a mother fuckin' week in a hole 

Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug 

I'd rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation 

So how you love that nigga, the game done changed 

You got a problem on your hands and this a nigga with brains 

Yeah 

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[Chorus] 

Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out) 

Real niggaz on the prowl 

Still drink if it ain't mines 

Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs 

Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out) 

Real niggaz on the prowl 

Still drink if it ain't mines 

Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs 

{*DJ scratching*}