Текст песни Paranoia - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
Call
it
Paranoia.
Yea
Every
day
is
war.
Every
day,
niggaz
is
gon'
hate
Gotta
move
[Royce
Da
5'9"]
I'm
a
walking
target
I'm
so
far
from
soft,
I'm
probably
close
to
the
hardest
Nigga
you
ever
saw,
been
never
thug,
never
had
a
problem
And
the
shit
he
never
starts,
sickest
artist
there
ever
was
Nigga
found
dead
in
his
house,
don't
know
who
did
it
Yea,
you
bet
it
was
me,
niggaz
die
at
the
pavement
I'm
wavin
a
nine
out
of
the
window
and
blazin
Is
your
house
shakin
Who's
inside
nigga,
it's
funeral
time
nigga
They
die
from
straight
hits,
pride
wasted
Cry
your
face,
I
ain't
your
suit
and
your
tie
Now
look
what
you
made
us
Look
at
the
witnesses,
all
of
them
look
shakin
And
alls
they
seen
was
the
back
of
a
green
car
with
the
plate
flipped
Look
at
the
news,
I
did
it
without
puttin
a
hit
out
own
You
homies
in
chrome,
watch
that
nigga
[Chorus:
Royce]
I
got
my
back,
because
it's
my
gat
And
my
mouth
that
*Started
the
War*
Lookin
around
me,
got
a
gun
on
my
lap
While
I'm
drivin,
taking
the
back
routs
*Home*
If
your
headlights
is
in
my
rearview
For
longer
than
three
lights,
and
I
don't
know
you
I'ma
pull
over,
And
I
might
shoot
you
You
should
go
around
me,
and
don't
look
at
me
'Till
after
you
pass
me,
cuz
I
might
blast
you
nigga
*I'm
at
war*
I'm
Paranoid,
always
on
point
Always
holding
nigga,
always
sober.
Call
it
paranoia
[LA
the
Darkman]
In
your
bushes,
on
the
side
of
your
house
Waitin
to
smoke
you
when
come
in
from
hangin
out
Friday
night,
perfect,
I
timed
it
just
right
I
know
you
at
the
club
cuz
your
car
is
nowhere
in
sight
I'm
like
the
DC
sniper,
Mr.
Malvo
Strategically
precise
when
I
squeeze
the
cali-co
You
look
like
a
asshole,
full
of
shit
Niggaz
sure
to
get
hit,
when
my
fo-fo
spit
Black
shirt,
black
jeans,
black
boots,
black
whip
Black
mask,
paif
of
black
leather
gloves
for
my
grip
I
don't
need
no
print,
a
killer
with
a
plan
Makin
sure
I
dont
get,
gunpowder
on
my
hands
All
drama
I'ma
end
it,
murder
game
splended
Leavin
all
crews
for
the
fucker
in
forensics
I
got,
two
dependants,
I
gotta
make
it
home
Clean
get-away,
two
bullets
through
your
dome
Is
locked
nigga.
[Chorus
- La
the
Darkman]
[Royce
Da
5'9"
- spoken
word]
And
that's
just
how
the
story
goes
y'all
Any
nigga
where
I'm
from
already
knows
Funny,
my
homie
cuz
said
niggaz
gon'
bring
you
a
bowl
Of
soup
when
you
sick
But
if
you
die,
then
gonna
love
you
later
Think
you
a
fuckin
statue
or
some
shit
God
bless
these
streets,
God
bless
these
streets
right
now
I'ma
just
be
doing
my
thing
so
maybe,
you
know,
I
could
show
you
how
Don't
come
lookin
for
trouble,
cuz
you
just
might
find
it
Don't
stand
too
close
to
me,
I'm
always
on
point,
never
blinded
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1 I Owe You
2 Ride
3 Wet My Whistle
4 Politics
5 Why You Lookin' at My Dog
6 Right Back
7 Skit
8 Blow Dat
9 Chips on Pistons
10 Fuck My Brains Out
11 Independent's Day
12 Meeting of the Bosses
13 Paranoia
14 Lay It Down
15 Yeah
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