Been Shot Down Royce Da 5'9"
"Been Shot Down" by Royce Da 5'9" is a #HipHop track from 2016 that explores themes of resilience, struggle, and overcoming adversity. The lyrics reflect personal battles and societal challenges, showcasing Royce's introspective style. Unique elements include poignant storytelling and a powerful delivery, resonating deeply with listeners.
[Hook]
He's been shot down
He's been shot down to the ground
[Intro]
"He's been shot down"
Malcolm
Martin
"He's been shot down to the ground"
Big
"He's been shot down"
Pac
"He's been shot down to the ground"
Huh
The realest niggas, they gone
[Verse 1]
Martin Luther laying dead on the terrace, don't nobody know who laid the hit)
[?] in the frontline [?], Everybody know the government
Hate black people, not just black, big black people, think about a hundred years back
White man talking like a boss and whipping slaves, think about it twenty years back
Burnt cross in front left by them triple K's, taking niggas, put them in a box
His angle is hang them, let them dangle, left there for the little kid to watch
In anger, let him grow to be a fucking banger, [?] it's never gon' stop
Pregnant mothers, motherfuckers get shady y'all, [?]
Slice the stomach then they watch the baby fall, Let a nigga pick a little cotton
Let a nigga get smoked, bring him home on a big bowl
Everybody I be idolizing surprisingly die, who next, Nas?
[?] look at Big and Pac
Is you really not all my niggas
He's been shot down
He's been shot down to the ground
[Intro]
"He's been shot down"
Malcolm
Martin
"He's been shot down to the ground"
Big
"He's been shot down"
Pac
"He's been shot down to the ground"
Huh
The realest niggas, they gone
[Verse 1]
Martin Luther laying dead on the terrace, don't nobody know who laid the hit)
[?] in the frontline [?], Everybody know the government
Hate black people, not just black, big black people, think about a hundred years back
White man talking like a boss and whipping slaves, think about it twenty years back
Burnt cross in front left by them triple K's, taking niggas, put them in a box
His angle is hang them, let them dangle, left there for the little kid to watch
In anger, let him grow to be a fucking banger, [?] it's never gon' stop
Pregnant mothers, motherfuckers get shady y'all, [?]
Slice the stomach then they watch the baby fall, Let a nigga pick a little cotton
Let a nigga get smoked, bring him home on a big bowl
Everybody I be idolizing surprisingly die, who next, Nas?
[?] look at Big and Pac
Is you really not all my niggas
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