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Royce Da 5'9

Genres: Hip-Hop

Quiet Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

Oh yeah 

Oh yeah 

Oh yeah 

 

See I done said so much (so much) 

I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say 

I done cried so much (so much) 

I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away 

Quiet 

 

That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) 

Silence be the same color my chain is (Quiet) 

That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet) 

Silence be the same color my watch (Quiet) 

 

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Hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut 

Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up 

Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene 

My south niggas call it chopped up, you know 

We put money on it when it's real, they call me mr fifty a head 

I'm sending ten niggas to kill ya at ten until 

Every man got an expiration date and a price 

All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel 

I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vanna White 

Them racketeering chargers startin' to look like a tennis deal 

I caught it, got it in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some spinnish spiel, but still I'm dealin' raw 

From selling to buying weed, actually I'm stealin' all 

I'm the last of a dying breed that I'm out here killing off 

Four of my closest friends don't know their papas so I pull out rows of dollars to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off 

Get money 

 

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See I done said so much (so much) 

I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say 

I done cried so much (so much) 

I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away 

Quiet 

 

That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) 

Silence be the same color my chain is (Quiet) 

That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet) 

Silence be the same color my watch (Quiet) 

 

Shhh, I should have been born deaf mute 

Talkin' get you stripped naked 

Shootin' at your feet, dancin', till Chip and Dale's at your rescue 

If there's a wrinkle [?] 

oppress you 

Look, time is money, I'm on EST 

Keep playin, light up your block like Christmas E-v-e 

I'm the new edition of poison: BBD 

For that bread my niggas will stamp you: EBT 

I let a hot line sting 'em, you and the cops while I'm singin' 

Ever since you left the city, now they hotline's blingin', hmm 

Seen a paddy wagon cruisin' and I'm deducin' 

That they are only movin' cause all the rumors that you in 

If I had to draw a conclusion all the gangsters we losing is 

Because of the illusion, you are not in collusion 

With the boys that's wearin' blue and it's causing all this confusion 

And they wouldn't even know, but y'all tellin' what niggas doin' 

 

See I done said so much (so much) 

I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say 

I done cried so much (so much) 

I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away 

Quiet 

 

That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) 

Silence be the same color my chain is (Quiet) 

That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet) 

Silence be the same color my watch (Quiet) 

 

I'm going on an AK-a-thon 

Throw a Bible at some shallow waters right before I go and pray upon 

Double parked, custom license plates says I can pay a fine 

I ain't in the zone, I'm in the mother fuckin' lay-up line 

Speaking of lay ups, we do homi's based on how we doin' 

Last lay up line I was in was a body viewing 

I'm preoccupied with the Earth's ills, good 'erbals 

First meal was milk, I milk these niggas for my first meal 

Full circle, off of just talking I can tell types 

But I still give that bitch my whip test 

If she not exhausted then she can easily tailpipe 

Playin' that dirty hand I was dealt, don't complain to me nigga, tell Christ 

I'm standing over coffins with hammers and screws, with a sickness 

Man a cure wouldn't hand a nigga these nails right 

Only hand-me-down I had was inherited head lice 

But nothing's more bugged out as my head size, I live twice 

E'ery day, one for the body of Martin Luther King, I'm dead nice 

Rest call me Malcom, they want me dead because I'm dead right 

Ask me to spell die, I'mma accidentally spell dice 

I can shelve a label with my shelve life 

I'm a rider, but still I steal bikes 

Out of the field, terrorizing reptiles and field mice 

I'm cut like I'm touched, a blind man with braille spikes 

I'm deep, I could break up a mother fuckin' whale fight 

 

See I done said so much (so much) 

I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say 

I done cried so much (so much) 

I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away 

Quiet 

 

That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) 

Silence be the same color my chain is (Quiet) 

That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet) 

Silence be the same color my watch (Quiet) 

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