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Royce Da 5′9′′
Royce Da 5′9′′

N/A
Tonalità: B minor
Verse 1
Gm
Gm
Bm
Bm
Yeah, yeah, mic check,
Gm
Gm
one -two, one -two, one -two, yeah.
Turn me up a little bit, Bryn.
Bb
Bb
Bm
Bm
Yeah, mic check, one -two, one -two.
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Bm
Bm
I like to say I specialize in rhyming,
you recognized in time.
I train till I'm in pain,
I exercise my mind.
Gm
Gm
I effortlessly write,
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
my weapons would be the night,
D
D
Bb
Bb
so please be ware of them
Bm
Bm
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
Bb
Bb
Pick and choose my punches,
Gm
Gm
walk away with minimal lumps
Bb
Bb
Pivotin' around the vocal
Bm
Bm
booth and trunks
Back you off me like a boxer,
nigga I overuse the drum
They call me Travis Barker
with the chopper
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Knock away your tooth, do the rockaway
Bb
Bb
or I will raze your roof
Bm
Bm
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
Bb
Bb
I'm too cocky to hit 5
Gm
Gm
'9 and preen
Bm
Bm
Bb
Bb
The new Rocky and Mick,
Bm
Bm
the dollar signs go ding Preen cut
This where your heart at, bitch
Bb
Bb
Somethin' you don't wanna battle with
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Bm
Bm
You don't know this, damn I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This where your heart at, bitch
Bb
Bb
Somethin' you don't wanna
Gm
Gm
battle with
Bb
Bb
Damn I'm great
Bm
Bm
They say this is a wise old profession
So my flow is my whole confession
I rhyme like applying cold compression
Bb
Bb
You go away like swelling with pellets
F#m
F#m
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
From the thorn where it's yelling at you
Bm
Bm
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
Gm
Gm
Sit outside your house creeping
F#m
F#m
Gm
Gm
Come out and spit out
Bb
Bb
your mouthpiece
Bm
Bm
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
Bb
Bb
Up cause of balance,
Gm
Gm
from tying my shoestrings to
Bm
Bm
Bb
Bb
gether when I was young
Eb
Eb
And busting the cannon
Bm
Bm
Your life is spun, the fight is done
You've been iced out by the nicest one
Bb
Bb
And I ain't talking bout Jacob and
F#m
F#m
Johnny the jeweler
D
D
Bb
Bb
I'm talking bout letting the fakers
Bm
Bm
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
Bb
Bb
It's like watching a movie,
Gm
Gm
but I don't make those
F#m
F#m
Bb
Bb
I just make the credits roll,
Bm
Bm
after I'm Oliver Stone, I'm the pedestal
Eb
Eb
Bm
Bm
You stand on me, I'ma flip you, pit bull
Put your hands on me, I'ma sick you
Gm
Gm
It's true, you not so hard,
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
I'm sensing you puss
Bb
Bb
As soon as you drop your guard,
Bm
Bm
in comes the hook
Eb
Eb
Bm
Bm
Pring, cut Cut
Cm
Cm
This, this where your heart at, bitch
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Something you don't wanna battle with
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
Bm
Bm
I don't like no fake niggas
This, this, this where your heart at,
Cm
Cm
bitch
Bm
Bm
Something you don't
Bb
Bb
wanna battle with
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Damn, I'm great
Outro 1
Cm
Cm
Bm
Bm
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Bm
Bm
Cm
Cm

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