Artist: Royce Da 5'9" Album: Street Hop Song: Shake This Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Royce] Bein enlightened, is no longer enough You must apply Bein willin is no longer acceptable You must do, make it count [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Na-na-now, now I, I, I gotta shake this Na-na-now, na-na-now, now I gotta, I gotta I gotta shake this jail shit off me He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail shit off me I, I, I gotta shake this weak shit off me Keep shit off me, leave it in the streets like bitch GET OFF ME! [Royce Da 5'9"] 1977, July 5th Conceived immaculately was me, my mom's gift Unwrapped right there in the room like Christmas My mind has been designed to do light distance Run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts You ain't hold back on yours, naw that's my fault Now picture me fallin, all the way to the bottom and I'm layin and callin, somebody come help me find my strength to stop drinkin this poison 'fore I drown my gift, and yeah it's probably unhealthy Cause I went so hard and woke up sober I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers Loco, goin hard as a locomotive Self-loathin like I ain't chosen Chose to bless souls, get exposed Just know that I ain't foldin, huh I gotta shake this [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6 I roll up in the court thinkin "This should go quick" On some couple thousand dollar suit type shit From behind thousand dollar Cartier scripts I witness my world tumble down like bricks Two words she slurred, and it sounded like this (this) One year (one year) travel through the room like moonlight through the darkness, ooh it's heartless How could, I beat two felonies then turn around and lose like (lose like) like this! My lawyer sayin stay calm, people sayin pray for him They lockin my black ass up, like Akon My wife at the crib goin crazy Pregnant, yellin "I ain't havin no more babies!" People sayin Preem ain't fuckin with me no mo' Niggaz in the pen' lookin homo, NO! I gotta shake this [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] (Yes!) Fresh outta jail feelin like Christopher Walken The king of my city, swingin my dick as I'm walkin Up to the 7-50, I open the door My cuz and like several bitches make up the decor I look in, he got a company porns I tell him "Nah I'm good, I woulda chubbed her before" I'm a new man but I could fuck with a whore Nigga my dick's so hard it's probably touchin the floor Ridin round in the back of a black luxury toy Gettin sucked, like niggaz cannot FUCK with me boy! When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real You niggaz shouldn't be here, R.I.P. if you will I'm the moment of truth (truth) I'm the only significant thing roamin the scene soon as I go in the booth I'ma do it this time, I'm feelin really defined Unsigned to signed, nigga the city is mines [Chorus] [Outro: Royce] Bitch get off me! Yeah, get off me! Bitch get off me! Now do that make me a liar? GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME!