Shake This

[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!