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Shyheim - One Life to Live lyrics
f/ Dom PaChino, T.M.F. Intro: Shyheim (T.M.F. #2) Twenty-seven (Yea, yea, yea, yea) Wu-Tang (Stapleton, Killarmy) Shyheim (T.M.F., Trife the under structure) Word (What's the deal, baby?) [Shyheim] Yo, for the one-nine-nine-nine shit's gon' change Now it's us in the Range, God's givin us brains Play the game, put my heart into it, you stupid? I'm a gunner, whenever I got the rock I'll shoot it (BLAOW! BLAOW!) The undisputed champion on the M-I-C Been Wu-Tang before it became a production company Stay fresh like Doug, I run with the thugs that'll cut your throat and sell your blood Fifty/fifty love around the border Should be biddin five to fifteen On the Strength for the way I manslaughter Rock your girl's boat like the Titanic Man, I got more numbers than the Ninex, plus the Bell Atlantic More hoes than forty-deuce More clothes than twenty cleptos could boost I'm not havin it I bring it to your label, producer and your management Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito Got your block locked like the Dred, Mike Z and Chino You know (What? What?) [T.M.F. #1] Look me eye-to-eye and see what you find A crime nigga, nine spitter, mind digga, refined Power impact, crackin your spine, mankind Blow off the surface like landmines in my pasttime I saw it all, had plenty broads Cut your wig short like Demi Moore Ghost, vanished, most mothafuckas don't know I'm half spanish Hazardous lyrical tactics, pinned to the matress like canvas Get your ass kicked for talkin backwards Puffin Backwoods, walkin thru the back of the hood No protection, Stapleton section Corrupt life, T.M.F. arch style, we rush mic's Disarmed for that gold-piece charm Red alert, we all alarmed, ready for combat No contact, countin backwards ten-to-one Now let me launch that, no way you can catch my format I'm like the Gingerbread Man, movin on land Catch me if you can, I move faster than the average man Chorus: Shyheim {2X You only got one life to live So all of my children, it's better to give than receive Life is short, Days of Our Lives seem to speed Still waitin for the day when Clinton legalize weed [Dom PaChino a.k.a. P.R. Terrorist] It's like gunplay when my darts spray Leave you scarred today, mental washed away I shoot like Hardaway, your body parts decay slow-lay, too busy lustin the Rol-ay, platinum face I snatch you over-arms, I take you out of space Take you into my orbit, Terrorist gone corporate Choppin tracks into sawdust, son, so you could snort it in the conference room, Terrorist Hymn comin soon Album cover pitch-black like the sky, without the moon to illuminate, in my dome-piece there lies a metal plate Titanium, harder than a lock in your gate Burglarize your enterprise and have fun with your mate Cuz I'm not nasty, when doin my dirt, won't see ya masta me Silent Weapons is a classic like Freddy Bassey What a word pro, electro, grenade logo Forever show how I firmly handle the phono Bitches lust me, my plans of wettin the seeds in the mo-mo Terrorist relatin to Shy, mi vida loco (I feel the same way) [T.M.F. #2] Yo, yo, yo, yo Eh yo, treasury, stackin this paper for Longevity The money first, put it in work, that be my pedigree Let's take it to higher degree Sit back and visualize so our eyes could see Black God, we livin hard Mugs get scarred, thugs get barred Treated like slaves in the yard Playin the field, most niggas tell and squeal That's why I move for 'self, only me and my steel Cuz Shit Iz Real and leary niggas will rat you out Get under pressure by the jakes when they smack 'em out Gat in they mouth, for talkin, you sleep-walkin Can't play the street often, become a victim for extortion for your fortune, your bank rose Stank hoes, you think I ain't cold? Run up in your crib, take everything, even the sink goes You sweat like a pink rose Can you smell it, when you soft like velvet? Catch one up in your helmet, get dealt wit On the quick-fast, take you on a great adventure like Six Flags Spent every day of my life just tryin to get cash So when my shit blasts Duck behind buildings for shelter, or you'll get hit fast Catch whiplash, fuckin wit Trife, you must've skipped class Your bitch-ass didn't take notes, infra-red scope beamin I'm tired of dreamin, I wanna hit the big screen and but keep an open eye for them cats who stay schemin *irish folk song* |
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