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Royce Da 5′9′′
Royce Da 5′9′′

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

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