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Royce Da 5′9′′
Royce Da 5′9′′

N/A
Tonalità: B minor
Verse 1
G#m
G#m
Cm
Cm
Yeah, yeah, mic check,
G#m
G#m
one -two, one -two, one -two, yeah.
Turn me up a little bit, Bryn.
B
B
Cm
Cm
Yeah, mic check, one -two, one -two.
C#m
C#m
G#m
G#m
B
B
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Cm
Cm
I like to say I specialize in rhyming,
you recognized in time.
I train till I'm in pain,
I exercise my mind.
G#m
G#m
I effortlessly write,
B
B
G#m
G#m
my weapons would be the night,
D#
D#
B
B
so please be ware of them
Cm
Cm
Walk up in the fight club
in 8 ounce white gloves and
leave with red ones
Mood swing on the beat
soon as Preem prepares one
B
B
Pick and choose my punches,
G#m
G#m
walk away with minimal lumps
B
B
Pivotin' around the vocal
Cm
Cm
booth and trunks
Back you off me like a boxer,
nigga I overuse the drum
They call me Travis Barker
with the chopper
B
B
G#m
G#m
Knock away your tooth, do the rockaway
B
B
or I will raze your roof
Cm
Cm
Rest in peace to proof,
he probably rollin' over in his grave
If niggas poisonin' this name,
then misfortunes are the fortune
and the fame
B
B
I'm too cocky to hit 5
G#m
G#m
'9 and preen
Cm
Cm
B
B
The new Rocky and Mick,
Cm
Cm
the dollar signs go ding Preen cut
This where your heart at, bitch
B
B
Somethin' you don't wanna battle with
G#m
G#m
B
B
Cm
Cm
You don't know this, damn I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This where your heart at, bitch
B
B
Somethin' you don't wanna
G#m
G#m
battle with
B
B
Damn I'm great
Cm
Cm
They say this is a wise old profession
So my flow is my whole confession
I rhyme like applying cold compression
B
B
You go away like swelling with pellets
Gm
Gm
G#m
G#m
B
B
From the thorn where it's yelling at you
Cm
Cm
Near the doorway to hell or heaven
Set me up, I know you thought about it
That means I gotta wet you up
and I ain't talking with no water bottle
G#m
G#m
Sit outside your house creeping
Gm
Gm
G#m
G#m
Come out and spit out
B
B
your mouthpiece
Cm
Cm
And I skid out to South Beach
Fuck your talent, I'm never going down
I'm a stand up guy,
yes I'm up for the challenge
B
B
Up cause of balance,
G#m
G#m
from tying my shoestrings to
Cm
Cm
B
B
gether when I was young
E
E
And busting the cannon
Cm
Cm
Your life is spun, the fight is done
You've been iced out by the nicest one
B
B
And I ain't talking bout Jacob and
Gm
Gm
Johnny the jeweler
D#
D#
B
B
I'm talking bout letting the fakers
Cm
Cm
hear the sound of the Ruger
What you know about that,
I know all about that
Me and Tip feel the same, seeing
Tips fill the brain
B
B
It's like watching a movie,
G#m
G#m
but I don't make those
Gm
Gm
B
B
I just make the credits roll,
Cm
Cm
after I'm Oliver Stone, I'm the pedestal
E
E
Cm
Cm
You stand on me, I'ma flip you, pit bull
Put your hands on me, I'ma sick you
G#m
G#m
It's true, you not so hard,
B
B
G#m
G#m
I'm sensing you puss
B
B
As soon as you drop your guard,
Cm
Cm
in comes the hook
E
E
Cm
Cm
Pring, cut Cut
C#m
C#m
This, this where your heart at, bitch
G#m
G#m
B
B
Something you don't wanna battle with
G#m
G#m
B
B
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
Cm
Cm
I don't like no fake niggas
This, this, this where your heart at,
C#m
C#m
bitch
Cm
Cm
Something you don't
B
B
wanna battle with
G#m
G#m
B
B
Damn, I'm great
Outro 1
C#m
C#m
Cm
Cm
C#m
C#m
G#m
G#m
B
B
C#m
C#m
Cm
Cm
C#m
C#m

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