Off Parole - Royce 5'9

Be quiet, I know what you thinking, who the hell is that?

You in the club minding ya own business and out of nowhere you here this

How you supposed to act, Neptunes, Royce 5'9″, it’s my year baby

Twelfth grade rode around, started out small

My father told me, before you walk, you gotta crawl

We was all outlaws wit our fists balled

We couldn’t even count bars, we was just raw

MCer’s battlin' at the club, for the plug

Rappin' for the other rappers, strictly for the love

That was cool 'til my life turned, and got tough

I got a girl, got serious, got her knocked up

Uh oh, reality check, hold up

I gotta figure out a way, to get this dough up

I don’t want my son to hate me, when he grow up

So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (Five-Nine, baby)

I listened to my pops, whenever it got hard

He said look if you gon' be a star, be a star

I got hot, got a deal took rap

Took the whole city wi me, and never looked back, baby

We can do it now, nigga I’m off parole

It’s all simple, make a million off the intro

Y’all don’t want it, cause you still say ya fin' to

I’m finna blow, like this shit is so mental

That’s your life, your problem, and your pencil

Cut the jokes, everybody wanna be rich

You a fool if you don’t, you see this

Look at this chain, this bracelet, you hear me

I don’t won’t respect, I want you to fear me

Now look at me, this shit is getting real now

I want your money, I’mma spit what you can feel now

I tell the truth, so I guess I keep it real now

You thought I was ill befo', now I’m ill now

Come on wit it, I can afford to kill now

Look at my son, ask him how he feel now

It’s real now, daddy’s got a pill now

Wave bye-bye we out of the hood, what the deal now

Detroit came up, you know we hot

30 years where it became a big lot

600s on chrome, you don’t stop

Detroit we just hot

Young niggas stay fly at all times

Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides

Keep our guns by our sides at all times

Detroit we just fly

You would love for me and you to switch places won’t ya

You love hatin' don’t cha, hate just to hate, don’t ya

In the clubs yelling loud, like you wanna fight

But I just whisper, you ain’t trying to die tonight

I’m the king, yo I’m like the son of Jesus

We got guns, and we’ll use 'em, so please believe it

Last had to try me, yeah I looked passed him

But notice he’s nowhere around, for you to ask him

Long as I gotta crew, and two in the safe baby

You could scream 'til you BLUE in the face baby

We getting ours, we don’t care who in the way baby

Lock and key, ain’t nothin' you could save baby

We don’t want the bitches dog, we just want the honeys

And we don’t want the game neither, we just want the money

It makes sense don’t it, the blocks with me

Welcome to the new world, Detroit Rock City

Click, click, blaow

How you like us now