Artist: Royce Da 5'9" Album: Layers Song: Shine Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus One: Royce - singing] Just shine your light on the world Said shine your light on the wo-o-orld No matter anywhere you go, keep shining your light on the world (zagga) Don't let the money make you thirsty Don't even let it be your goal (uh) Just let it come and keep on working And shine your light on them hoes Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here I'd rather die than live while I fear I know why God took me down he-e-ere To shine my light on them hoes (zagga) Hardest nigga out here I'd rather starve than live while I fear (oooh) I feel like God sent me down he-e-ere To shine my light on them hoes [Royce Da 5'9"] Lost in the world when, me and my girlfriend, me plus you You know they say "If you fucked her and she didn't cum, and you came, then she fucked you" We squeeze first, nigga these ain't rebut-tools These street sweepers, we dump 'til he jump brooms Like these nuptials, in the D where dreams come true This is the story of a man who's tryin to break his doubts down like his cases count - obsessive compulsive countin dough Makin sure all the numbers on the inside and all the faces out Lawyers on retainer like they braces out Say my name wrong I'll make you taste your mouth Money come, money go, get it but don't splurge it Your boy's greed and war's needs got they own purpose There's more than four speeds on that Porsche Turbo It's sittin on Forgi's/4G's like my phone service I'm out here trappin with this here sincere rappin Dear assassin, you can't kill a signed and sealed classic Gazelles and Bill Blass's, snake skin troops Reptile enemies X'd out is what make men true I'm blackin just like Jamaicans do I'm runnin 'longside your coupe tappin guns upon your Wrathe window Like Ox in "Belly", got more Glocks and cellies than New York got blocks and delis, cops and boxes of 'rellies Their door's ajar, exposin my Maserati's guts and that's what got you jelly The car I'm drivin got a pot belly Zagga! [Chorus Two: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm out here trappin with this here sincere rappin I've been shootin straight since two-inch tape, this for real classic And gettin money was never part of my goals It just came along with me shinin my light on them hoes I've been out here trappin with this here sincere raps for fifteen years, I ain't leavin here without a classic I get money, get money money dough All I came to do is shine my light on them hoes [Royce Da 5'9"] Hip-Hop is my house, watch these philosophies win Around artists I stand out like I locked my keys in I forgot my goal at 23 was make a classic Walk away like Tiger with my nine iron, then take the Masters They say that you get what you ask for Well I asked to be left alone with my pen, pad and passport This ain't no rags-to-rich brag shit In fact, it's more close to bein a rich-to-rags story The fabric I'm cut from's the most genuine article mankind offers I'm like an underground landmine talkin; for Storch, Hammer and Antoine Walker And your boy's a tampon, in every store I'm anti-corporate Highest exalted, call me commercial, I'm highly insulted This is Royce Da 5'9", mind body and soul shit All I have on this fuckin globe is my shotty and flow I'd rather let the coroner outline my body in chalk than let the fans order me 'round the clock and buy me in bulk Zagga! [Chorus Two] [Royce Da 5'9"] We move in silence, y'all ain't hearin us comin I was sent by God to provide that imperial sonnage Y'all assembly line of rhymers really don't want it I'll eat you for breakfast, one-by-one I got y'all cereal/serial numbers I'm about to send a tweet out to my nigga Styles, tell him he got the juice now Call my O.G. Scarface, talk some boxing with him, perhaps these new clowns Politic perhaps 'bout a new him and Royce track I'm feelin like D to the O to the C when he got his voice back Ha, I'm feelin like Cube in a fresh El Camino Rollin kilo G through Detroit's back Streets wavin, to all my people I'm feelin more at home than Reese Taylor This what memories are made of I remember each grudge, each favor, each lie, each judge, each bailiff Each job, cheap labor, each neighbor, each caper Each mosque, each church, each pastor, pew and casket Each future bastard double dutchin through the madness Singing [Chorus One] [Royce Da 5'9"] To shine my light on them hoes