Текст (слова) песни: Shyheim f Bee - Gee - 160.15

 
[Intro: Shyheim] 
Mm... Bottom Up, yo! 
 
[Shyheim] 
Ya`ll can`t fuck with me, or my fuckin` team 
What the fuck y`all mean? Fuck Shyheim 
Like catchin` bodies ain`t me, like armed robberies 
160.15, ain`t my steeze 
I`m big dick Hercules, I`m from wildin` wildin` Staten Island 
Where the little homies, murked the D`s 
We bout it bout it, you can see C-Murder in our eyes 4/5/6 on my dots 
It was my finger that pulled the trigger, when he died 
Tell the creator, I said I`ll check him later 
I done got it, all upstairs, that`s why my peers call me elevator 
Me and bonifide gangstas, roll like skaters in Empire 
Kanye West rap niggaz, have `em spittin` through the wire 
You biters, I`m gasoline, if it wasn`t for me 
Ya`ll wouldn`t be fire, I got the industry tied up 
Held for ransom, pretty bitches tell me calm down handsome 
I just give them a stupid look without answerin` 
 
[Chorus: Bee-Gee] 
Since the first time that I stepped through the door 
And lettin` y`all niggaz know, that I will bring the noise 
Move with some round niggaz, that`ll bang the toys 
Gettin` it all and poppin`, in the streets, for sure ooww 
But since y`all niggaz wanna hate, violate 
Unless you see how it is, messin` with the great 
Pull my thing out, no safety on it, aimed at the target 
Squeeze off, let them shots rip your flesh apart, sure 
 
[Shyheim] 
I`m from S.I., used to rock Wu-Wear 
Before my nigga Rasheem got murdered, I could say I used to care 
But now I don`t, fuck around and hang myself 
If you give me, a long enough rope, I`m stupid like that 
Ask my nigga Homi`, I pack bigger mac`s than McDonald`s 
Bang harder, than African booties, scratchers on bongo`s 
And y`all don`t pop, won`t pop, I been in dope spots 
When the police raided, back when my hair was braided 
Back in the days on Halloween, we went eggin` 
I used my building taggin` manhunt, skills for slayings 
What you say is not irrelevant, you gonna need some good luck 
So cop two elephants, I`m hell of bit, in the precinct 
Bitin` the skin off my fingers, to disguise my prints 
And they still came back, go home, like Ma, it`s a real wrap 
Man listen, I`m not going going, back, back, to priz-oh 
 
[Chorus 2X]
 

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