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Shyheim - Verses From the Arsenal lyrics
f/ Squig Trust "If we goin platinum, next week we goin platinum" {2X [Shyheim] Uh Trees'll die to make paper so I can write rhymes on em Niggas shoot up the studio tryin to kill me so I can't record em I'm nuclear like hydrogen gases Push my buttons and I bomb the masses 'Pac ain't worry, you know I'm keepin it live Thug Life Never sleep, I'm awaken seven days, seven nights I don't give a fuck, don't give a fuck They call me Shy two times, I say everythin twice Niggas be like "Kid aiight", but that's cynical On the mic I'm invincible Pop your end of tube, flatline, 7-2-8, crime time promotin that live shit til I die I'm so high, can't even open my eyes What I do to MC's can't be televised Blood everywhere, leave you terrified Thuggin it out, I glorify Do what I do to bring the honey to the hive (no lie) Chorus: Squig Trust {2X Verbal Intercourse, comin at 'cha takin yours Seagal niggas marked to death, we above the law Gamble stacks, hustle cracks, cookin from the raw Peace nigga if it ain't I guarantee it's war [Shyheim] Check this out y'all Question, why you in my B.I.? Spy ass nigga actin like you F.B.I. You gossip like the girls do I'ma smack the shit out you, watch Better get your ox and your glocks And be screamin "Shyheim, stop the cops from comin" You a lame rapper dude, I wouldn't even write you somethin This ain't nothin but a verse from my arsenal I reposess styles, I'm the hip-hop marshall Move a whole crowd from a dart-out groove I'm headlinin, fuck a single, I perform armed robbery You should've never been braggin That's why you got carjacked for that Benz wagon Bring it down to Philly, let my niggas tag it Groupies, I don't touch em cuz I ain't tryin to get my Johnson Magic In 1999 it's all about the papes We could take it to the park I catch wreck off anythin in the DJ crate Make MC's feel raped Don't make that mistake to step to me Chorus {2X [Squig Trust] I make money, take money, give me a break money You talk a good one, but yo talk is cheap money It's all about showin and provin Show that shit to me, I stick ya up and keep it movin Quick, in and out like the tai, Hit Em Up For T.M.F. to take him on the rise, give it up Cash Rules, jewels, all your life is a must I get mines, nigga, it's only right, it's Squig Trust |
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