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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 |
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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 |
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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! |
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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 |
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(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 |
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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 |
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(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 ...) |
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(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) |
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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) |
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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 |
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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... |
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