It ain't nothing like love from the hood Ain't no feeling like rolling through knowing you good When niggas see you, they salute you Cause you been keeping it real Come on (Preme) Love from the hood Cause you been keeping it true When niggas see you,

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "Royce 5'9" I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson I unload with sick spit The quick wit could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin'

Just shine your light on the world To shine my light on them hoes So shine your light on the world No matter anywhere you go, kid Don't let the money make you thirsty Don't even let it be your goal Just let it come and keep on working And shine your

Ayo, Royce Da 5'9" Why you wan' share your food with these niggas? We don't share food in the recession Bite these niggas like you bite the microphone Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse This your man Royce Da 5'9" This your dude Crooked I Man, Jump off Joe Beezy It's Joell Ortiz Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up My bars

"Somebody lift me up, yeah And give me a hannnnnd Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway There's a curve in the road I don't know when I'm going, crazy" Verbalizin my fiend murder Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that

But y'all already said that Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick Choppers in the trunk Models in the front Bottles in the club But I don't give a fuck Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard

With the power of love You've got to believe in love It's a feeling that's next to none Can't stop until we are one Tell everyone to try I promise you'll reach the sky Is the power of love We've got love, power (It's the greatest power of them all)

I pray for everybody But you can pray for them Pray for everybody Look around, look around, look around, look around Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges

(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5