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lirik lagu royce da 5'9'' - trust the shooter

[intro]
trust the f-cking shooter
(dj pain 1)

[refrain: royce da 5’9″]
long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land
long live the one truest (truest)
death to the one foolish (foolish)
long live the one who ain’t gon’ say sh-t, he just gon’ come bump into you
death to the man who loves himself less than he loves his f-cking jewelry
long live the man who gon’ be the street judge and the f-cking jury
nothing brings a n-gga to his senses like a f-cking bustin’ ruger
i don’t give a f-ck who he is, trust the f-cking shooter

[hook: royce da 5’9″]
so many flows, so many flows, so many flows
n-ggas close so many, so so many, so many doors
nothing brings a n-gga to his senses like a f-cking bustin’ ruger
the rabbit got the gun now, n-gga
trust the f-cking shooter, uh

[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
n-gga i’m focused like a motherf-cker
n-ggas with me loc’n’ like a motherf-cker
pencil barrels smoking like a motherf-cker
when we a rogue sh-t we chip and dale your whole clique
we put you where you folks is
n-gga shoutout to gds
and chiraq, i rock with the d’s gs
on the car lot like keys please
and anywhere you hope to be is hopeless
’cause we in the posted like a motherf-cker
shoot the funeral up, to the pulpit, podium
obiturary, smokin’ like a motherf-cker
y’all emotional gangsters, 2016 emo g’s
millennials, from the means streets of beefing through memes tweets, and emojis
and blogs
sleep on me, i’mma see to it that you see more z’s (uh)
when there’s beef i don’t call n-ggas
n-ggas call me and when they call, call the police
if he ain’t grow up wit us
we’d john doe ’em
we john doe
a n-gga quick
leave his frame tore up, sh-t
even jane doe her if she with him, jane doe a n-gga’s b-tch
but i ain’t aim for it though
gun powder and cocaine for my cane corso
i came into your home
openin’ 4-4’s
even though i came in full clothes
death in the air got me laying mo-low
you could pay for protection
whoever you with when you disrespect payin’ for it, though
the lord is my shepherd
all the people is sheep
call me the anchor
i come from the bottom
i’m deep when i speak on the violence reporting the evil i see
i know what you thinking
here we go, another song about a n-gga who got a gun but it’s not
it’s a song about a n-gga who don’t got a gun getting shot

[verse 2: smoke dza]
trust the f-cking shooter, uh
for you back out make the moves
sh-t i’ve seen this happen a million times
uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash
long live all the plugs that show love, but still got cl-ss
death to the ones get it on their arm and run off with cash
long live all the goons who get half just to find their -ss
line your fast, you could never let a minute past rapidly
long nose, think sneeze at you
you know a n-gga sinus bad
ten nine, you never mind to rag
i sit and wonder how much mind you have
long flight, had the time to lag
i came from cross the road, to cross the globe
to off the load, to get all kinds of bags
proceed
you know when i go i od
me and my co-d
like orenthal and ac
roll a fonto
got the bronco lit
uhh, four-fifth
one four-fifth
seatbelt strap
eyes focused

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