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Royce Da 5′9′′
Royce Da 5′9′′

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