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letra de quiet - royce da 5'9''

[intro: mr. porter]
oh yeah
oh yeah
oh, oh yeah

[pre-hook: mr. porter]
see i done said so much (so much)
i done said so much that i don’t even got that much to say
i done cried so much (so much)
i done cried so much that i can’t even wipe the tears away
quiet

[hook: royce da 5’9″ & mr. porter]
that’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (quiet)
silence be the same color my chain is (quiet)
that’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet)
silence be the same color of my watch (quiet)

[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut
them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up
us detroit n-ggas call that yellow-taping the scene
my south n-ggas call it chalked up, you know
we put money on it when it’s real, they call me mr. fifty a head
i’m sending ten n-ggas to k!ll ya at ten until
every man got an expiration date and a price
all my revolvers got the spinnin’ wheel
i make the lord you pray to appear tonight like vanna white
them racketeering charges startin’ to look like a tennis deal
i caught it, garden in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin’ like some spinnish spiel, but still i’m dealin’ raw
from selling to buying weed, actually i’m stealin’ all
i’m the last of a dying breed that i’m out here k!lling off
four of my closest friends don’t know their papas so i pull out rows of dollars to show ’em these real forefathers peelin’ off
get money

[verse 2: tiara]
shhh, i should have been born deaf mute
talkin’ get you stripped naked
shootin’ at your feet, dancin’, till chippendales at your rescue
if there’s a wrinkle then there’s iron to press you
look, time is money, i’m on est
keep playin, light up your block like christmas e-v-e
i’m the new edition of poison: bbd
for that bread my n-ggas will stamp you: ebt
i let a hot line sting ’em, you and the cops while i’m singin’
ever since you left the city, now they hotline’s blingin’, hmm
seen a paddy wagon cruisin’ and i’m deducin’
that they are only movin’ cause all the rumors that you in
if i had to draw a conclusion all the gangsters we losing is
because of the illusion, you are not in collusion
with the boys that’s wearin’ blue and it’s causing all this confusion
and they wouldn’t even know, but y’all tellin’ what n-ggas doin’

[verse 3: royce da 5’9″]
i’m going on an ak-a-thon
throw a bible at some shallow waters right before i go and pray upon
double parked, custom license plates says i can pay a fine
i ain’t in the zone, i’m in the mother f-ckin’ lay-up line
speaking of lay ups, we do homi’s based on how we doin’
last lay up line i was in was a body viewin’
i’m preoccupied with the earth’s ills, good ‘erbals
first meal was milk, i milk these n-ggas for my first meal
full circle, off of just talking i can tell types
but i still give that b-tch my whip test
if she not exhausted then she can easily tailpipe
playin’ that dirty hand i was dealt, don’t complain to me n-gga, tell christ
i’m standing over coffins with hammers and screws, with a sickness
man a cure wouldn’t hand a n-gga these nails right
only hand-me-down i had was inherited head lice
but nothing’s more bugged out as my head size, i live twice
e’ery day, one for the body of martin luther king, i’m dead nice
rest call me malcolm, they want me dead because i’m dead right
ask me to spell die, i’mma accidentally spell dice
i can shelve a label with my shelf life
i’m a rider, but still i steal bikes
out of the field, terrorizing reptiles and field mice
i’m cut like i’m touched, a blind man with braille spikes
i’m deep, i could break up a mother f-ckin’ whale fight

- royce da 59

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