Shyheim

feat. Lil' Vicious
[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