Lights Out

Rock city nigga Yeah Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out...) You think I call myself King just 'cause I want love Yo, yo [Verse 1] Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was It wouldn't even be a midwest without Bone Thugs Born from broke, I speak in a street for coins Try to knock me off my square, nigga I won't budge I keep heat in a jeep, you can't beat Detroit Try that strong arm shit and you get buried alive All ya'll niggaz is big, but none ya'll is ready to die You say it's a art, blame nothin' you say in your heart It's a freak mind game we play when we smart It's a sixth sense that real niggaz got Yo, we know, just know, if you a hoe, or not If I could filter out the game, I would I'll speak niggaz name, Imma 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 and goin' the wrong way on the other Yeah Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out) [Chorus] Real niggaz on the prowl Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs Still drink if it ain't mines Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out) Real niggaz on the prowl Still drink if it ain't mines Yeah, I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug? Was stupid and young [Verse 2] Things niggaz can do with a gun You never put fear in my heart Talkin' all loud and obnoxious What most of you do when you pop shit I'm payin' the price now, 'cause it cost to shine Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, nigga You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him My shit is real, 'cause I'm the realest See how many real niggaz feel it So f**k Ill, you can be the illest I don't ever plan to go back to the streets, it's cold Back to work with a mother f**kin' week in a hole Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug I'd rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation So how you love that nigga, the game done changed You got a problem on your hands and this a nigga with brains Yeah [Chorus] Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out) Real niggaz on the prowl Still drink if it ain't mines Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out) Real niggaz on the prowl Still drink if it ain't mines Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs {*DJ scratching*}