Royce Da 5'9" - Shake This lyrics
rate me<BR>
<i>[Intro: Royce]</i><br>
Bein enlightened, is no longer enough<br>
You must apply<br>
Bein willin is no longer acceptable<br>
You must do, make it count<br>
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<i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
Na-na-now, now<br>
I, I, I gotta shake this<br>
Na-na-now, na-na-now, now<br>
I gotta, I gotta<br>
I gotta shake this jail shit off me<br>
He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail shit off me<br>
I, I, I gotta shake this weak shit off me<br>
Keep shit off me, leave it in the streets like bitch GET OFF ME!<br>
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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
1977, July 5th<br>
Conceived immaculately was me, my mom's gift<br>
Unwrapped right there in the room like Christmas<br>
My mind has been designed to do light distance<br>
Run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts<br>
You ain't hold back on yours, naw that's my fault<br>
Now picture me fallin, all the way to the bottom<br>
and I'm layin and callin, somebody come help me<br>
find my strength to stop drinkin this poison<br>
'fore I drown my gift, and yeah it's probably unhealthy<br>
Cause I went so hard and woke up sober<br>
I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers<br>
Loco, goin hard as a locomotive<br>
Self-loathin like I ain't chosen<br>
Chose to bless souls, get exposed<br>
Just know that I ain't foldin, huh<br>
I gotta shake this<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6<br>
I roll up in the court thinkin "This should go quick"<br>
On some couple thousand dollar suit type shit<br>
From behind thousand dollar Cartier scripts<br>
I witness my world tumble down like bricks<br>
Two words she slurred, and it sounded like this (this)<br>
One year (one year) travel through the room like moonlight<br>
through the darkness, ooh it's heartless<br>
How could, I beat two felonies then<br>
turn around and lose like (lose like) like this!<br>
My lawyer sayin stay calm, people sayin pray for him<br>
They lockin my black ass up, like Akon<br>
My wife at the crib goin crazy<br>
Pregnant, yellin "I ain't havin no more babies!"<br>
People sayin Preem ain't fuckin with me no mo'<br>
Niggaz in the pen' lookin homo, NO!<br>
I gotta shake this<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
(Yes!) Fresh outta jail feelin like Christopher Walken<br>
The king of my city, swingin my dick as I'm walkin<br>
Up to the 7-50, I open the door<br>
My cuz and like several bitches make up the decor<br>
I look in, he got a company porns<br>
I tell him "Nah I'm good, I woulda chubbed her before"<br>
I'm a new man but I could fuck with a whore<br>
Nigga my dick's so hard it's probably touchin the floor<br>
Ridin round in the back of a black luxury toy<br>
Gettin sucked, like niggaz cannot FUCK with me boy!<br>
When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real<br>
You niggaz shouldn't be here, R.I.P. if you will<br>
I'm the moment of truth (truth)<br>
I'm the only significant thing roamin the scene soon as I go in the booth<br>
I'ma do it this time, I'm feelin really defined<br>
Unsigned to signed, nigga the city is mines<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Outro: Royce]</i><br>
Bitch get off me!<br>
Yeah, get off me!<br>
Bitch get off me!<br>
Now do that make me a liar?<br>
GET OFF ME!<br>
GET OFF ME!<br>
GET OFF ME!<br>
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