Shan Boogs - Lights Out lyrics

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