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[Intro]<br /> Trust the fucking shooter<br /> (DJ Pain 1)[Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan<br /> Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land<br /> Long live the one truest<br /> Death to the one foolish<br /> Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, he'll come [?] to you<br /> Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury<br /> Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]<br /> I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> So many flows, so many flows, so many flows<br /> Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doors<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger<br /> The rabbit got the gun now, nigga<br /> Trust the fucking shooter[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> Nigga I'm focussed like a motherfucker<br /> Niggas with me lookin' like a motherfucker<br /> Pencil barrels smoking like a motherfucker<br /> When we a rouge shit we chip and dale your whole clique<br /> We put you where you folks is<br /> Nigga shoutout to [?]<br /> And chiraq, I rock with the [?]<br /> On the car lot like keys please<br /> And anywhere you hope to be is hopeless<br /> Cause we in the posted like a motherfucker<br /> Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit, podium<br /> Obiturary, smokin' like a motherfucker<br /> Y'all emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's<br /> Millinials, from the means streets of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis<br /> And Blogs<br /> Sleep on me, I'mma see it that you see more Z's<br /> When there's beef I don't call niggas<br /> Niggas call me and when they call, call the police<br /> If he ain't grow up with us, we a John Dome<br /> We [?] John Door a nigga quick<br /> Leave his frame tore up, shit<br /> Even John [?] even with [?] nigga<br /> But I ain't aim for it though<br /> Gun powder and coke [?]<br /> I Came into your home<br /> Aimin' 4-4's<br /> Even came I came in full clothes<br /> Death in the air got me laying mo-low<br /> You could play for protection<br /> Whoever you with disrespecting payin' for it, though<br /> The lord is my sheaperd<br /> All the people are my sheep<br /> Call me the anchor<br /> I came from the bottom<br /> I'm deep when I speak on the fathers reporting the evil I see<br /> I know what you thinking<br /> Here we go, another song about a nigga with a gun but it's not<br /> It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting shot[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> So many flows, so many flows, so many flows<br /> Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doughs<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]<br /> The rabbit got the gun now, nigga<br /> Trust the fucking shooter[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]<br /> Trust the fucking shooter<br /> For you back out make the moves<br /> Shit I've seen this happen a million<br /> Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash<br /> Long live the plugs that show love, but still got class<br /> Death to the ones on the getting on their arm and still get the cash<br /> Long all the goons who get half just to find their ass<br /> Line your fast, you could never [?] rapidly<br /> Long nose, think sneeze at you<br /> You know a nigga sinus bad<br /> Ten nine, you never mind to rag<br /> I sit and wonder how much mind you had<br /> Long flight, had the time to lag<br /> I came from cross the road, to cross the globe<br /> To off the load, to get all types of bags<br /> Proceed<br /> You know when I go I OD<br /> Me and my Codeine<br /> Like [?] and AC<br /> Roll a Fonto<br /> Got the Bronco lit<br /> Uhh, four-fifth<br /> One four-fifth<br /> Seatbelt strap<br /> Eyes focussed[Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan<br /> Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land<br /> Long live the one truest<br /> Death to the one foolish<br /> Long live the one who ain't come say shit, he'll come [?] to you<br /> Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury<br /> Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]<br /> I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> So many flows, so many flows, so many flows<br /> Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doughs<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]<br /> The rabbit got the gun now, niggaLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

Trust the Shooter (feat. Smoke DZA) Lyrics


[Intro]
Trust the fucking shooter
(DJ Pain 1)[Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land
Long live the one truest
Death to the one foolish
Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doors
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger
The rabbit got the gun now, nigga
Trust the fucking shooter[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm focussed like a motherfucker

Niggas with me lookin' like a motherfucker
Pencil barrels smoking like a motherfucker
When we a rouge shit we chip and dale your whole clique
We put you where you folks is
Nigga shoutout to [?]
And chiraq, I rock with the [?]
On the car lot like keys please
And anywhere you hope to be is hopeless
Cause we in the posted like a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit, podium
Obiturary, smokin' like a motherfucker
Y'all emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means streets of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis
And Blogs
Sleep on me, I'mma see it that you see more Z's
When there's beef I don't call niggas
Niggas call me and when they call, call the police
If he ain't grow up with us, we a John Dome
We [?] John Door a nigga quick
Leave his frame tore up, shit
Even John [?] even with [?] nigga
But I ain't aim for it though
Gun powder and coke [?]
I Came into your home
Aimin' 4-4's
Even came I came in full clothes
Death in the air got me laying mo-low
You could play for protection
Whoever you with disrespecting payin' for it, though
The lord is my sheaperd
All the people are my sheep
Call me the anchor
I came from the bottom
I'm deep when I speak on the fathers reporting the evil I see
I know what you thinking
Here we go, another song about a nigga with a gun but it's not
It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting shot[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doughs
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
The rabbit got the gun now, nigga
Trust the fucking shooter[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Trust the fucking shooter
For you back out make the moves
Shit I've seen this happen a million
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash
Long live the plugs that show love, but still got class
Death to the ones on the getting on their arm and still get the cash
Long all the goons who get half just to find their ass
Line your fast, you could never [?] rapidly
Long nose, think sneeze at you
You know a nigga sinus bad
Ten nine, you never mind to rag
I sit and wonder how much mind you had
Long flight, had the time to lag
I came from cross the road, to cross the globe
To off the load, to get all types of bags
Proceed
You know when I go I OD
Me and my Codeine
Like [?] and AC
Roll a Fonto
Got the Bronco lit
Uhh, four-fifth
One four-fifth
Seatbelt strap
Eyes focussed[Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land
Long live the one truest
Death to the one foolish
Long live the one who ain't come say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doughs
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
The rabbit got the gun now, nigga

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Ryan Montgomery A.K.A. Royce Da 5′9″ - born July 5, 1977 - is a rapper hailing from Detroit, Michigan, United States. In addition to his work as a solo artist, Royce has released material as a member of the "super group" Slaughterhouse (with Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz and Crooked I ) and with Eminem as the duo Bad Meets Evil.

The name “Royce” came from his R shaped Turkish link chain which was said to have resembled a Rolls Royce logo. During high school Royce was one of the shortest players on his basketball team, standing 5′9” at age 18.

Royce signed with Tommy Boy records in 1998 and later was slated to release his debut album Rock City. Though this relationship was premature, Royce ended up leaving the label citing creative differences.

Royce began working with well known Game Recordings who helped get him in front of the right people to negotiate a deal with Columbia Records. Royce’s Rock City debut was yet again plagued with delays, during which the album was heavily bootlegged. Though not in their favor, Columbia chose to release Rock City in limited quantity and quickly went out of print by the time Royce left Columbia.

Around this time Royce dropped the underground banger “Boom” with production by Dj Premier. Soon thereafter he joined up with Koch / Game Recordings and released Rock City (Version 2.0) independently.

Most well known for his association with Slim Shady – the two met at a concert while Slim was promoting his Slim Shady EP. The two formed a Duo called Bad Meets Evil, releasing a number of tracks including “Renegades” [Original Version], “Nuttin’ to Do”, “Scary Movies”, “She’s the One”, and “See You In Hell”, which appeared on Eminem’s album The Slim Shady LP, titled “Bad Meets Evil”.

In 2001 Royce was set to work with Dr Dre’s Chronic 2000 project as a ghostwriter. He contributed tracks including “The Message”, “The Throne Is Mine”, “Stay In Your Place” and the original version of “Xxplosive” titled “The Way I Be Pimpin’”.

Royce’s association with Dr. Dre ceased when his manager, Kino Childrey spoke to a reporter about Eminem and Dre in the studio. Royce refused to dismiss his manager and long time friend, ending his relationship with Dre.

Royce and Em had a mutual friendship with Proof. Though Royce had bad blood with D12 member, Bizarre, stemming from a earlier freestyle battle with Royce’s brother. Misscommunication escalated the beef between the pair, causing it to spiral out of control and include all members of the rap group D12.

In 2002, Royce called Eminem to request to be signed to Shady Records. Eminem declined and soon thereafter signed 50-cent to Shady Records instead.

Royce released several diss tracks including “Shit on U” (over D12’s “Shit on You”), taking shots at Bizzare of D12. Royce continued record dis tracks including “We Ridin’”, “Death Day”, and “Malcolm X”. There’s speculation that Royce and Em often wrote bars dissing each other subliminally.

From 2002-2003 Royce kept a low profile releasing releasing Build & Destroy, and Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 across the mixtape circuit.

In 2003, Royce’s beef with D12 finally reached its tipping point. Royce and Proof and their entourages spilled into the streets of Detroit arguing but the issue dissipated once firearms were drawn. The two rappers spent a night in jail, and settled their beef.

In 2004 Royce released his sophomore effort Death Is Certain on Koch records, as well as two mixtapes from his crew M.I.C. (Make it Count). The crew includes members Royce, Kid Vishis,and June.

2005 marked Royce’s third full length album release Independent’s Day on Trouble/M.I.C. Records.

Royce Da 5′9″ was sentenced to jail on September 19, 2006 for parole violation for a prior DUI charge. Royce was sentenced to one year in the clink at Oakland County Jail, Pontiac, Michigan. On January 9, 2007, Royce got out of jail on work-release.

Royce has a strong ghostwriting resume including the track “Tell Me” ft. Christina Aguilera for Diddy’s album Press Play.

In May 2007, Royce Da 5′9″ released a mixtape called The Bar Exam which features DJ Premier and Statik Selektah on the Wheels of Steel.

In 2008, Royce confirmed that he had officially resolved his longstanding differences with Eminem and celebrated with a reunion concert on July 12, 2008 at Saint Andrews Hall. A mixtape of the reunion concert was soon released thereafter.

Royce also had beef with other industry majors including Mistah Fab, Cashi$, and Joe Budden, Kanye West and the Ruff Ryders.

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