Shyheim - The Lost Generation (1996) by Shyheim (보컬) on maniadb.com

Dear god, I wonder can you save me?
I'm workin out in this world that you made g
Homicide rapes and robberies
When it happens in my neighborhood police they look for me
I'm the prime suspect in the projects
I got this f**ked up rep that keeps me behind a step
Always broke so I got this attitude
In my lab never fool my man, this is crazy rude
Gyros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner
I know that I'm a sinner, but God help me out nigga
I got problems that only death could solve
A high school drop out, and my ged won't get me no job
My family be callin me a loser
Moms she's a boozer, got me livin life with no future
The only thing that keeps me strivin is rhymin and uhh
Bump n grindin besides that I feel like dying
Word to my peoples in the essence
I send my blessings
I know you gone, but it might be for the best
'cause life is full of stress
And the projects you won't progress
God, f**k the world, it's a mess

Chorus: pop da brown hornet

Dear, god, as I look into the sky
I pray to you, and i, wonder why
I wonder why things be the way they are
So until then I pray for that it ends tomorr

Verse two: shyheim

I'm in another world lookin from the outside in
A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin
You ask me will I miss this joint when I pass
The world can kiss my ass, I'm staring at the hour glass
Every day lived, is a step towards death
It's not til you're dead that your bodies at rest
A funeral should be a celebration, everyone embracin
This song'll be my dedication, unto
The two cent s, my cousin duana, and case
Rest in peace no-one can ever take your place
The pain is eternal
No-one to turn to when I sit and think about you


No longer in the physical, dealing with your spiritual essence
You're gone but we still feel your presence
Nothing can bring you back, black
Still and all it's just a fact that you gone
Dive I intox on the bar, a dagger in the heart
For every lifeforce that gets a brand new start
It's the harsh reality you're forced to deal with
Another family hit crawling in a endless pit
Of sorrow, no-one's promised tomorrow

Chorus 2x

Verse three: shyheim

(it seems like the good times vs the bad times)
Yo I barely go to school 'cause crime be on my mind
F**k local hits to leakers that's all in the past
And I'm livin for the future gotta make the great cash
(slow down shorty, goodness come to those that wait
If you move too fast I might be going to your wake)
True indeed, but I got mouths to feed
Members of my family upstate in need for commisary
And if you stressin me, gettin the, best of me
So it seems like life is my worst enemy
(don't let it get to you, shy
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it
Play you like a bitch and just take it)
Hell no, 'cause when I'm goin, I'm goin out with style
With two macs going to war with the other side of town
Ain't nuttin sweet about me, pop let them niggaz know
I'm countin blood money, 'cause I'm a thug honey
I use the world as my zoo, I ain't no f**kin dummy
I'm street smart, I tear a college grad apart
(I gets amped when I think about the slave camps
I feel the pain, use a tec-9 to brake away the chain)
Yo calm down big fella everything gonna be aight
Go lookin for them blues you got a nigga wanna do right
(don't sweat it,just play the game of life at your best
Life is full of stress and in the projects you won't progress
Shy f**k the world it's a mess)
Yeah aight

Chorus 2x

Phone rings twice*
Hello?
(arabic voice) you have a collect call phone call
In a new york state correctional facility
Press five five to accept, or hang up to decline

Verse one:

Whattup gangstas, how tha f**k y'all feel
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
Let them caps peel, one by one
And laugh while the nig run
He shoulda been packin his gun, now he gone
'cause he got slippin like an old bitch
In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitch
To tha police, but them no worry me son
I ain't trying to get back it'd be my third felony
Pataki he want to see us, criminals fry
In the electric chair, but my spirit will never die
A true project nigga, I won't hesitate
To pull the blaow, peace to all busy niggaz
One love y'all stay safe
And f**k you, officer brown, peace to that nigga case

Chorus: repeat 4x

Whoo whoo
Jiggy comin, f**k tha police y'all, 'cause I ain't runnin

Verse two:


All y'all police can suck my diiiiiiick
And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of shit
I represent, for all my niggaz doing time
And those who got beat up and killed by the swine
Beo-tches, them porks, beotch
Them think them bad, 'cause they carry, glocks and badges
And when I'm pimpin in my green acura
They pull me over, like I stole it from some nigga
But all my paperwork is legit
Registered insured in my name, so y'all pigs can shit
Police be cockin me like I'm some dime piece
A g from the street so I can never turn beast

Chorus

Verse three:

There's crooked cops, that's why they get shot by tha minute
If you were criminal and you ready to represent, kid
Blaow, that's how I like it, word is bond
My hair ain't blonde my eyes ain't blue so now I'm dead boo
It's on like this is war, all my brothers in the hood
I gots fam that's constant understand I wish they would
But it's all good, peace to my niggaz locked in jail
Bushy kam, killa kane, fogey foo, and ale
Down low wrecka and junior be on storm
Keep your headz up, and keep it real 'cause you know I'm gonna
And for my niggaz doin six months
I see yo ass next summer, word up

Chorus

Motherf**kin gp in the motherf**kin house
With shorty shy

(rubbabandz)
Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when i, start to stain
Crab niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grain
I bring drama to your earpiece, when I bust
Raps niggaz collapse, in fact turn to slush
It only takes a second to die
It only takes a minute to get high
The hoods that I run with really don't care
Bustin at God with our pistols in the air

(pop da brown hornet)
No more loses, I'm bringin in da bosses
You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherf**k them horses
I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger
I live day by day, but my mind set on the future
Drunk with vexism, handin out bad desicions
Got shit locked like state prisons
Mc destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for ya
When I'm red niggaz die from paranoia
Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not
Or I'll be runnin shit in ya' spot
Die hard, crackin shit, like ty cobb
Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob
Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai
Then blow the smoke all in your eye
You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it
That's why you wanna constantly rewind it

(down low reka)
Yo, d. allah represent at sparkin mics like flint
With style that you can inhale and get the nigga bent
Cash rules, no choice but bein top biller
Have ya blinded by the fire like that bitch in the killer
You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms
That's acquired to break down immune systems
In any battle i'm-a come in first
With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a f**kin curse
I like sex after ballentine triple x
Understandin, I run through hoes like barry sanders


Niggaz get lost in the land
Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand

(shyheim)
I'm-a live shorty, word up, the shit ain't hard to tell
I kill verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cells
My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same
Nike sneakers, guess jeans and gold chains
The rugged child be bringin drama to your system like drugs
Live and direct, from new york like lugz
Is it the ruckus you want, come and get that ass lynched
You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch
Kid, I be just f**kin in the cut, on some shaolin what
Jiggy-june bust a nut

(junelover)
Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypher
Niggaz you don't really wanna see the God hyper
Active, make teachers run back for practice
And tell they proteges, they can't f**k with the tactics
So give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge
You put your best man, even if he went to college
With this mutation, I serve like a chef
What do you know, I be that nigga squeezin air from your last breath
Got you gaspin from suffocation
Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation
It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addict
Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic
Faggot, now put an h on your chest and handle
Whatever comes at ya, best beleive i'ma gat ya
Now move back from this jack, you can't touch it
Cause if you do, you catch a buck 50 muggin
I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya
Crew, plus jerk em like a crooked ass manager
Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil
Causin me to to hurt innocent people
Niggaz playin hard rocks on the wrong block
Thinkin it be you until I let the nine glock
Pa-pop, my man shitted all in his pants
It's the same old song and dance
And I'm out motherf**kers!

Yeah yeah!!
Where my shaolin peoples at?
Stapleton, the craziest, y'all know what time it is
Wild wild west
Now born, killa hill, poor to the rich man
Jungle nilz, let's get money y'all

Verse one:

It be the scotch and henessee that make me act like this
I'm wild hit em up project style never plead the fifth
Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be at court
Fightin and slicin each other to see who lies at my fort
Who woulda thought, little shy big willie
Ninety-six we rollin dutches, nine-tray it was phillies
First of the month be like christmas to dealers
Hundred dollar seals come through the school zone area
Children at play keep the heat on the low
Little kids gettin hit, projects flooded with po'
Now shorty's rockin, versace and donna karan
Playin the miss mob queen role knowin hon the cousin sharon
I live the glamarous life, girl
And go from limos to dom perignon, rich hotels

Chorus: repeat 4x

"wild, the shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin me" -- method man

Verse two: squig

Facing two-five to life incarcerated activated
Stressed behind a cell with no way to escape it


Holdin on, true to ock steel tryin to appeal
Be landed without a bail so let the commisary reveal
I feel it's time, for me to let this sparkle in wine
Wet my throat rockin the trenchcoat, flashin to get mine
Not hesitant, 'cause the henny keeps me bent
Just tryin to make a cent, diggin pockets down to the lint
Regardless of all the charges the d's want me for
Warrant after warrant, so I avoid the law
Stapleton on the rise, twenty-seven wearin lives
From day one until they none don't take it as no suprise

Chorus

Verse three: shyheim

I'm havin suicidal thoughts cause I'm screwed up in the game
But today's thang, is to hold it down and maintain
I got thirty days until I get remanded for this gun charge
Still I'm livin large, joint hard up in the mode and
Long sexin, fishin for pre-model
I'm young black rich and dangerous, livin like I won the lotto
So nuff of wine sex and dutches
Them kids know who us is
Gp rule, hundred-twenty-seven hustlers
Runnin from d's when they try to bust us
Fly crims and gats, mainly black cops, them faggots love us
And my district attorneys wanna send me to jail
I told em, "people wanna kill me", that's why I had the nine milli
I'm bustin dead and not to injure
Remember what I quote
Before you, enter my center

Chorus

(trigger tha gambler)
There a toker, under the numb, scumb looker
Get the gatherin, big willy, me, thug rich and booker
The gun to gun, face off, street smart nigga
That I'm ready to tear your numbers right off the burners
To throw the d-8 trace off, ruckus click cause the mystery
Sellin, which, cap killin, go down in history
You dissin me, bell to releact the combat
I sit back, when niggaz throw raps
I be like, "where your are at"

(rubbabandz)
It's a leaky-leak world and I don't give a f**k
All I wanna do is puff that purple stuff
The sun ain't never shine on my block
It's like a permanent eclipse
The only light is gun spark
Fightin on the premissis, that you want to be yours
Catch your on the stairs, your floor's eight
But, you won't make it past four
I'm sick and tired of niggaz actin high fashional
Flashin, wackin and not reactin

(smoothe da hustler)
Yall niggaz, know what time it is
Leavin niggaz withour no watches
When I drop this shit about hustlin
Yall niggaz know, who rhyme it is
You gettin the head from bathroom
To book-book to rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-wax
When starts toss the headphone
The dead zone, mc's get done since
The grittiest square root
Equals a dead mother f**ker in my circumference
The shell maxed, well matched, dressed in black leather
To come through buildin for buildin
Jack dead for crime cheddar

(shyheim)
All day, I dream about guns, money, cars and bitches
Thirsty niggaz, who want my riches
I got somethin for em, in '96, you gotta be trife or die
That's how it is in the streets of s.i., in God we trust the lye
Niggaz I run with, their mentality is f**k it
And heated with a vest, gun cocked ready to buck shit
Altough they do, to makin crack and dope sales
And jiggy-jigg won't stop us from gettin the dough, for real

(trigger) money, clips and fat stacks make the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(rubba) alcohol and marijuana makes the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(smoothe) cocaine, lactose and boilin water makes the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(shyheim) big guns, money and pussy makes the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round, round

(rubbabandz)
Shaolin, stapleton born and raised
The battlegrounds is where we spend most of our days
I lick a shot for niggaz slingin cooked up rocks


To make the prophet, so all y'all crap niggaz need to stop it
I see my peeps transform like autobots
Shootin at missed, prime ass niggaz, who stop us from makin figgaz
We can't be eliminated, the world wil be contaminated
G.p. players activated

(d.v. alias khrist)
Shot twenty shells, twenty heads fell
Twenty bodies rapped, twenty churches rung death bells
The bitch f**ker, the thug cop chucker
The glock under my belt, tucker, the wild mother f**ker
My lifestyles, maxin, taxin, a pistol wipin
Girl come here, bitch slapped and carjackin
Cap carrier, contract arrangin, twenty-thousand dollar hit
Body, the scenic

(shyheim)
Bet your life nigga on two red and one green dice
For fifty cents, nickels or get nice and pay the price
A hot rolex with ice, fit around my wrist
A gorilla in the mist, with a four fifth, kill you and your bitch
Get you open like bullet wounds, deadly like toxic fumes
Get my peoples ? ? ? through all the ballons
Wack rappers and listeners, this for all yall
Can't follow, put my records out on virgin
Cause my styles be sellin

(smoothe da hustler)
Brooklyn and shaolin puttin the hurtin in front of the curtain
Hookin and crookin, I'm takin back uptown, back downtown like fulton
I house the best, when I be rappin, I be packin
So niggaz in clubs, fire marshalls got me on house arrest
Front, I caution it, I bless so many mics
After I die, niggaz'll cut my hand off and auction it
Nineteen seventy-seven, february eighth
This little nigga be packin big, but I ain't got faith to hustle it

(rubba) thugs, slugs and drugs make the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(trigger) hand in pistol, pull out the gristle makes the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(shyheim) murderers and carjackers make the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(smoothe) state to state, pushin weight make the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round, tound, round, round, round

(d.v. alias khrist)
Brooklyn, brownsville makes the world go round
Shaolin, stapleton makes the world go round
G.p. wu makes the world go round
D.r. period makes the world go round
D.v. alias khrist makes the world go round
I said the ruckus makes the world go round
Mr. trigger makes the world go round
Smoothe da hustler, definitely makes the world go round
Shyheim makes the world go round
Rubbabandz makes the world go round
The nexx level click makes the world go round
It be the crew that makes the world go round
It be the crew, it be the crew that makes the world go round
It be the crew, it be the crew makes the world go round

Haaaaaa, and it don't stop and it don't stop
Rugged child got the world prop nigga
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
(do I gotta cock my pistol? )

(shyheim)
I be notorious like that nigga big smalls
Plus I keep it raw live illegal like jamal
If ya act up you get shot up
What the blood? I represent thugs (you know it)
Y'all know my style, bring it to man, woman and child
Buckwild juvenile (rugged child break it down)
Jiggers they stick close like crews
You never see me spendin cash rules on you fools
Cause I don't love you hoes (why not)
A lot of y'all cross be laws like got
A nigga like me keep it real, word to jesus
Respect to the real woman, f**k you skeezers

Chorus: (2x)
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
(or do I gotta cock my pistol? )

I'm a juvenile deliquent, I keeps a cocked biscuit
Moet and alize be gettin a nigga lifted


And when I'm high my mouth is dry
I'm not from the sky
But a nigga for the eye he better do or die
Clack-clack, that's all you hear up in the dark
Blaka-blaka, and then two bright sparks
The boy fall down while screamin police
Wooo jiggy comin, but them no worry me see
A criminal for bein crimi-nal
No matter who, what, how, when or where it goes down
A dramalord plus a punany don
In '95 i'ma max like nissan
I'ma max, get it, max, i'ma, max-ima, well come along
I take you through another chamber, let me pick
36 wu-tang? yeah that be that shit

Chorus

So I creep ooohhhhhh I roll deep like f.o.i.'s
Recognize or get paralyzed
I drop jewels like a nervous appraiser
A hell raiser, engrave my logo in your back player
I bring the pain in many different methods
Similar to the lethal injection and your style is seconds
What punk, boy I'll box ya up
Plus my rhymes is sicker than them kids in somalia

Chorus

(4 x Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough)

Thug niggaz bounce to this,
only thug niggaz bounce to this,
word up,
I wan't no fruitcake ass ? niggaz bouncing to this shit right here,
word up, strictly hardcore only, check it

(Shyheim)
Gunshots, they travel throughout my projects quickly,
I stay thuggin', for pray the god that none hits me,
me and my peoples we swarm in packs,
some rap others sell crack, to get stacks of the green paper,
we move makers, lex and landcruisers takers,
block vacators, thugs that run 5 acres of land
flooded with dealers who kill for grams,
it's the street life, baby you wouldn't understand nothing,
getting my hustle on, just 8 to 10,
but here I go again, cause recreation programs,
they makin' me no grands,
so much stress on my mind I can just kill a man

(2 x Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough)

(Shyheim)
I never knew my own dad when I was young he broke out,
that's when my mom got smoked out,
and I took the street route, I hung around with real gangstas
playas and hustlas, I guess they liked my style a lot,
so they took a little nigga under the wing,
eventually I started slingin' white shit,
no time for school 'cause the hours didn't mix,
so sleep late at night most nights I didn't even sleep,
that's how I got caught up, and sold a dime to the beast.
They offered me a 1 to 3, hahaa , I do a bullet,
traded in my gats for greens that's how the state do it,
I'm movin' ain't no joking get your muthafuckin' dosage,
so when you and the penal don't be acting like no biaaatch

(4 x Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough)

(Shyheim)
I'm seventeen now, and I'm off to parole,
I see the ? a month, hopefully I be home,
I'm kinda anxious, I haven't seen my friends in a year,
my moms OD and when I think about it every seals,
but I'm a young man that gotta change his lifestyle,
get a job at compound, it ain't easy as it sounds,
I gotta have some fast money, flippin' burgers everyday,
I been to ? house, I get a slinky day,
anybody in my way I'm blasting, fuck the peace
'cause there's a war upon the streets,
no south west or east, all my niggaz in the struggle
hold your head and get the CREAM,
big gunz money and pussy be the US ghetto dream.

(Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough ...)

(Shyheim)
"Sup, how was your ride."
"It was long, but I'm aiiight."
"True, true."
"So you takin care of yourself in here?"
"No question, I gets down for mines."
"Yeah I know, I heard a lot about you."
"Word? I'm sayin tho-"
"Anyway, if you don't mind me askin, how'd you get into alla this?"
"Yo, it's a long story..."

I started off light, knockin off y'all packs for this kid Pat
He told me to take 30 and bring him the rest back
It didn't take long for my clientele to swell
Snitches started to tell, broke niggas was jail
Cause they couldn't outhustle me so they tried to muscle me
But I ain't pussy y'all I leave em dead like a Kennedy
Took a half a year to get a half a brick
My own shit, now I make profit on every flip
No more hand-to-hands, I'm the big man now
Push a black Land Cruiser, pack a chrome trey-pound now
I'm smellin all the animos in the air
Pat spreadin rumors that he gonna take me outta here
What the fuck the bloodclot thinkin
My plan's to roll up in an old black Lincoln and leave him dead and stinkin
And I'm a man of my word, word
I seen him on the curb smokin herb
I made the Continental swerve
And hopped out and started lettin off shots
And didn't stop until I seen his body drop
Then a nigga like me just skated
I know he was packin steel, that made it drug-related
YouknowI'msayin

Chorus: (2x)
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin
That's why guns we be totin
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin

I'm on the run from po-po
Some crab niggas pulled the bitch move
My blood pressure's high but I play it calm and smooth
Everybody's my enemy, can't trust no one
The last time I trust a trust I almost got done
So keep your eyes open and beware of the ruckus
Cause life ain't nothin but thirsty, grity muthafuckers
I ran with niggas that will kill ya warm dead
Keep it real is who I pumped into them niggas little heads
My granddad, he used to call me Killer now I am
Everybody where I used to chill, fuck them
My mind was playin tricks on me shorty
Once I was like "Turn yourself in and do the time" (yo fuck that)
The pigs wanted five, tell my moms I love her
And stay strong and don't fall
I'm in the hands of the Lord

Chorus (2x)

Verse One:

I wake up to another day of life and wish I didnt
Cuz my records predicted a future of Bill Clinton
But I continue to do my thang to make a livin
Fuck the police and Judge Brennan cuz I aint givin in
I'm cops so say the notorious killa
Last seen in the hilla in a black vigga
Smokin' lye with an unidentified man
The feds believe it was a member of the clan
A wild nigga so jiggy better be cautious
Fuck wit Delores Im bringin 50 crime bosses
From BK to Jersey niggaz wanna murder me
Aint nuttin sweet kid they bettah bring their whole army
Fake ass gangstaz pretend to be killaz
End the drama with a slug from the 4-5th for real uh

1 - Makin green for the next man
Money ?strugglin plans for the dividends
Look in my eyes and tell me what you see
(repeat)

Verse Two:

Same shit different day I scheme to make the paper
God dreams of livin large makin niggaz steal and rob
Fuck the pleadin Ill leave ya bleedin
If ya take to long deliverin
Dividends, see nigga, Im menances like 8 sharp
Cracks on my moms china plate
Bag 'em up and wait till it gets late and hit the gate
Keep my eyes open cuz po po they be keepin
They tryin to get locked on Friday and spend the weekend
Then on ruckus island adolescents be watchin
So when Im in the four buildin Im hollerin Staten Island
With my ? in my hand like a 4-5th
The first nigga to fake a move is gettin phillied with the quickness
I'm hip to this wild ass game called street life
It's a cut throat BI with mens who live trife
You Squig you my nigga (no doubt to the death)
I got the isle in my right hand so son part in the left
And let's go to war I got a tech and nine and 3 3-80's
Straight from Haiti, Ill turn a nigga into gravy
And fuck the media ? ? put this on the news
Cause its so safe to know the notorious rulz

Repeat 1

(fade)

Hah, oh word up, this is one of them
yo let me tell ya son
this one of them gettin dick sucked type tracks
im tellin you, in the closests or where check it out

Verse One:

What up boo, how life treatin ya girl
Hopefully you're takin care of yourself out in the world
As for me, I'm mainting in this packed hell hole
Hopefully in the year 2000 Big Kane'll be home
My old school crew frontin on me cept for a few
It's a shame that jail had to make me feel the way I do
But it's all good, enough for me what's up wit you
You don't write or come and visit me like you used to
What's the problem huh Why all of a sudden you dissapearin
Now that I need you the most you actin like you don't care and
It hurts my feelins but life must continue
I heard that Big Mark died please don't say this shit is true
If so that's fucked up oh tell my niggaz what's up
And don't get caught up in no bullshit and get sicked up
How is my seeds doin I know they're crazy big by now
Tell 'em daddy loves 'em no matter what the fuck goes down
And Love Dark ha, he's a dead man walkin for talkin
To Jiggy Jake I'm puttin him in a coffin
Ay yo I'm vexed so Ima end this little letta
So take care of yourself for worst or for fuckin betta

Are you still there for me baby I need to know
You're one of the only things I got in this whole wide world
You're my whole wide world
(repeat)

Verse Two:

All I do is party and bullshit
Fuck big chicks that's mad thick
Roll through the big city
In BM's and Cruiser Land's
But damn, it aint the same without my fam
You niggaz understand
On New Years I drink beers and bust off heat
I'm in this little street doin by any means to eat
You gotta get up get out and rob suntin
Ha don't let dem niggaz with that cream walk by that's right
I be shootin and stabbin, robbin niggaz whateva
For gold chains, rings, watches, diamond studs and leathaz
My peoples one love ya'll stay bugged
Don't crimp your style none cause we thugs..foreva

Are you still there for me homiez I need to know
You're really the only thing I got in this whole wide world
You're my whole wide world
(repeat)

(My cousin Tawana, rest in peace girl, you're my whole wide world)

I need somebody there when it's hard kid oh yeah yeah
When they bring the ruckus to me
You're my whole wide world

Intro: RZA, Raekwon

Yo *echoes*
Older cats *echoes*
Yo *echoes*
Whassup Rae? What's going on Son?
Whattup dude?
Yeah, I ain't see y'all cats in a long time
Check it, yo
Y'all better be on that shit too
Older cats max with young godz who got the guns
KnowhatI'msayin son?
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
KnowhatI'msayin son?
Yo son
Of the young Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done
You the first man, you go first son

Verse One: Shyheim

I'm mobb deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be
on some thug shit, runnin wild through New York City
Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun
Stapleton is where I'm from
And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
'cause the jealous motherf**kers want to end my career
I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta
Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner
And squeeze, if I get front on my nine millimi
will have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz that think they live 'cause they puff a little lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't think they'll kill us

Chorus: RZA, with Rae

Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
You right about that kid
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
The beat is sounding like Star Trek
Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue
So yo, youknowhatI'msayin Son?

Verse Two: Madman

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
I meditate then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be bi-debatable
When I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer
A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer
causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
Between my anger, I lock down every chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin calisthetics
I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler done Germans
and become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera
They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
as I hang with Jehovah's Witnesses

Chorus: RZA

Older cats max with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums
From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue

Verse Three: Rubbabandz

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme
Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the automatic weapon
Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go round for round
Straight up and down, I broke the sound barrier
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair

Chorus: Raekwon, RZA

Older...
Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down
Yeah, and yo
Now yo, youknowhatI'msayin?
I wanna tell y'all
Y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp
Aiyyo Rae, you got Killa Sin
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child
So just take your time and handle life as it comes
Motherf**kin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do
Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever

Verse Four: Killa Sin

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war f**k the peace
Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach
in the summer, number one gunner run for cover
Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves
I cock back, action packed raps and gats
niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
for actin snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
'cause Wu-Tang live, forever and a day
you better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray
We never play with commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known
I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than that AIDS shit
While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift
My right hand man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand
And to my Physical one love power crazy real
for all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal

Chorus: RZA

Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue

Older cats max, young godz got the guns
Out of town niggaz best to run
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung
Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young
Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Aiyyo stop it
Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung...