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Shyheim lyrics Shaolin Style lyrics 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, cuz 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 Other Shyheim lyrics: Shit Iz Real lyrics Dear God lyrics Jiggy Comin lyrics 5 Elements lyrics Real Bad Boys lyrics Can You Feel It lyrics Life as a Shorty lyrics Don't Front\Let's Chill lyrics See What I See lyrics Still There lyrics Young Godz lyrics What Makes The World Go Round lyrics Things Happen lyrics |