Lights Out lyrics

Rock city n*gga
Yeah
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out...)
Yo, yo

[Verse 1]
You think I call myself King just cause I want love?
Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was
It wouldn't even be a midwest without Bone Thugs
Try to knock me off my square, n*gga I won't budge
Born from broke, I speak in a street for coins
I keep heat in a jeep, you can't beat Detroit
Try that strong arm sh*t and you get buried alive
All ya'll n*ggas is big, but none ya'll is ready to die
It's a freak mind game we play when we smart
You say it's a art, blame nothin' you say in your heart
It's a sixth sense that real n*ggas got
Yo, we know, just know, if you a ho, or not
If I could filter out the game, I would
I'll speak n*ggas name, I'mma 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

[Hook]
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real n*ggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real n*ggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real n*ggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real n*ggas throw up drinks like gang signs
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I robbed a n*gga before, but do that make me a thug?
Was stupid and young
Things n*ggas 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 sh*t
I'm payin' the price now, cuz it cost to shine
And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, n*gga
Look into the eyes of this n*gga before you judge him
You better be prepared to die for this n*gga before you love him
My sh*t is real, cuz I'm the realest
So f*ck Ill, you can be the illest
See how many real n*ggas feel it
I don't ever plan to go back to the streets, it's cold
Back to work with a mother f*ckin' 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 n*gga, the game done changed
You got a problem on your hands and this a n*gga with brains
Yeah

[Hook]
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real n*ggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real n*ggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real n*ggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real n*ggas throw up drinks like gang signs
{*DJ scratching*}