[Intro: Shyheim, (Lil` Vicious)]
Tune your voicebox up (Yo, yo, yo..)
(Yo, Shyheim man, I think that nigga jealous when I seen him)
Twenty-seven warrant squad, Wu-Tang Killa Bee in here
(What`s up? Kill nigga with the ice cube)
(What it feel like?) Yea, yea, yea (If I said, betta dust him)
I swear for real, that story`s over son
(Come murda with a straw) What? (Indian) Come on
[Shyheim]
Fresh off American Airlines, first class-enger
You behind the curtain like the 57th passenger
Why you wackin up? Faggot
Standin in the front and can`t back it up
Me I`m spectacular, rock a Avi` and a durag
and mack a fur, shorty with the phat ass
I`m splashin her, her man thinks he a thug cuz he in Attica
She deep throated my piss without me asking her
Suck the blood out my dick like Dracula
I cause a massacre
[Chrous: Lil` Vicious]
Don`t miss the Grym Reaper
Blood`ll run outta dem face and drip `pon dem sneakas
Sick me knife ina dem chest, I still a ram it deepa
Absolute, foreva creepin through ya window
So me sing, melicious, sound bad like a Freddie Cruger
Attack some pussyhole wit me German Luger
See me neva say somethin bout wha, attack dem youths out
Neva know me idolize Castro from Cuba
[Lil` Vicious]
Bounty hunter wit gun `pon me shoulder
Disrespect de Killa song, and get told, uh
Shyheim, dem neva know murder-a
Have me gun, hafta ta shot dem, gunshot, move back dem
[Shyheim]
What`s the verdict? Guilty, how many times I`ve heard it
Shyheim should be locked down and murdered
I`m too dirty for detergent, so fuck Tide
I bring the drama, ask your honor, my rap sheet rhymes
Queen, posession of a number, stabbin niggaz knives
Observation, direction sales, 20 dimes
B.I., take care of mines, and never wear slacks
Word to Big L and Sacks, y`all youngings`ll get clapped
By this Big Pun, mad guns from the back of a Ac`
Fuck the movies they at, on the screen I react
Parlay, where the trees at? Burn somethin
Keep it dirty urine, pigeons say I`m fly, I reply
Who you tellin?, got so much game need my own cartridge
and an office, take `em through a journey through my mental forest
Regardless, stay bombarded
To American Express, ghetto game, I charge it
[Chorus]
[Lil` Vicious]
Keep it on dual lock, gangsta dem `pon me gun
Be the police, gangsta, pack machine gun
Shot up, informer, put in mind daddy grown
Gangsta and dem guns spar it out
Where dem man? Don`t be shot me, dem can`t say gangsta
Gangsta, don`t bet, no baby soldier
So ya betta watch it and hear what me say
Got Shyheim killin people in a week or day cuz
[Chorus]
[Outro: Shyheim]
What the fuck, nigga?
