"Lights Out" lyrics

Rock City nigga; yeah
Mics up, lights out
Yo, yo

You think I call myself "king" just cus I want love?
Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was
There wouldn't even be a Midwest without Bone Thugs
Try to knock me off my square nigga, I won't budge
Goin' for broke, speak in the street for coins [?]
I keep heat in the jeep, you can't beep what's wrong [?]
Try that strong arm shit, and you get buried alive
All you niggas is Big, but none of y'all Ready To Die
It's a freak mind game we play when we smart
You say "it's a art", but nothin you sayin' with your heart
It's a sixth sense that real niggas die
Yo, we know, you just know if you a hoe or not
If I could filter out the game, I would
I'll speak the niggas name, I'mma bet they got the same opinions about me
It's like a two-way street with two cars racin' each other
On the right track, you on the wrong way on the other
Uh, yeah, yo

Mics up, lights out (yeah)
Real niggas on the prowl (wooh)
Still drink if it ain't mine
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah
Mics up, lights out (yeah)
Real niggas on the prowl (wooh)
Still drink if it ain't mine
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs

(Yo) I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug? Or stupid and young?
The things a nigga can do with a gun
Never put fear in my heart, I'm talkin' all loud and obnoxious
Which most of you do when you pop shit
I'm paying the price now cus it cost to shine
And whoever thought I lost it had lost their mind, nigga
Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him
You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him
Yo, my shit is real cus I'm the realest
And fuck ill, you can be the illest
See how many real niggas feel it
I don't ever plan to go back to the streets that's cold
Back to work with a motherfuckin' [?] in the hole [?]
Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug
I'd rather be Royce da five apostrophe nine quotation
So how you love that nigga? The game can change
You got a problem on your hands, and it's a nigga with brains
Yeah

Mics up, lights out (yeah)
Real niggas on the prowl (wooh)
Still drink if it ain't mine
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah
Mics up, lights out (yeah)
Real niggas on the prowl (wooh)
Still drink if it ain't mine
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs

Royce Da 5'9"
Lights out
Royce Da 5'9"
Lights Out
Royce Da 5'9"
Lights Out
DJ [?]