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Shyheim - Spectacular lyrics
f/ 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 [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, madguns 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? |
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