Lyrics 5 Elements - Shyheim
Motherfkin
gp
in
the
motherfkin
house
With
shorty
shy
(Rubbabandz)
Yo.
yo.
I
raise
all
hell
when
i,
start
to
stain
Crab
niggas,
I
recon,
you
recognize
the
grain
I
bring
drama
to
your
earpiece,
when
I
bust
Raps
niggas
collapse,
in
fact
turn
to
slush
It
only
takes
a
second
to
die
It
only
takes
a
minute
to
get
high
The
hoods
that
I
run
with
really
don't
care
Bustin
at
God
with
our
pistols
in
the
air
(Pop
da
brown
hornet)
No
more
loses,
I'm
bringin
in
da
bosses
You
wanna
get
rich,
bet
on
me,
motherfk
them
horses
I'm
black,
too
good,
deadly
like
a
luger
I
live
day
by
day,
but
my
mind
set
on
the
future
Drunk
with
vexism,
handin
out
bad
desicions
Got
shit
locked
like
state
prisons
Mc
destroyer,
bring
it,
I
got
somethin
for
ya
When
I'm
red
niggas
die
from
paranoia
Sureshot,
play
yourself,
get
got,
forget
me
not
Or
I'll
be
runnin
shit
in
ya'
spot
Die
hard,
crackin
shit,
like
ty
cobb
Keep
it
real,
plus
stay
black,
roll
with
a
tight
mob
Forever
high,
I'm
the
type
of
guy
to
puff
chocolate
thai
Then
blow
the
smoke
all
in
your
eye
You're
blinded,
the
rap
style
I
posess,
you
can't
find
it
That's
why
you
wanna
constantly
rewind
it
(Down
low
reka)
Yo,
d.
allah
represent
at
sparkin
mics
like
flint
With
style
that
you
can
inhale
and
get
the
nigga
bent
Cash
rules,
no
choice
but
bein
top
biller
Have
ya
blinded
by
the
fire
like
that
bitch
in
the
killer
You
know
I'm
iller,
than
the
caviar,
with
these
rhythms
That's
acquired
to
break
down
immune
systems
In
any
battle
i'm-a
come
in
first
With
raw
techniques
that
shock
ya
ear
like
a
fkin
curse
I
like
sex
after
ballentine
triple
x
Understandin,
I
run
through
hoes
like
barry
sanders
Niggas
get
lost
in
the
land
Reachin,
it'll
cost
your
hand,
now
ya
sink
in
the
sand
(Shyheim)
I'm-a
live
shorty,
word
up,
the
shit
ain't
hard
to
tell
I
kill
verses,
just
like,
napsilnac
to
sperm
cells
My
lifestyle,
it
didn't
change,
I'm
still
the
same
Nike
sneakers,
guess
jeans
and
gold
chains
The
rugged
child
be
bringin
drama
to
your
system
like
drugs
Live
and
direct,
from
new
york
like
lugz
Is
it
the
ruckus
you
want,
come
and
get
that
ass
lynched
You
complain
to
throw,
I
play
your
jake
with
a
twelve
inch
Kid,
I
be
just
fkin
in
the
cut,
on
some
shaolin
what
Jiggy-june
bust
a
nut
(Junelover)
Who
dares
to
test
me,
bring
it
to
the
cypher
Niggas
you
don't
really
wanna
see
the
God
hyper
Active,
make
teachers
run
back
for
practice
And
tell
they
proteges,
they
can't
fk
with
the
tactics
So
give
me
room,
when
I
speaks
with
verbal
knowledge
You
put
your
best
man,
even
if
he
went
to
college
With
this
mutation,
I
serve
like
a
chef
What
do
you
know,
I
be
that
nigga
squeezin
air
from
your
last
breath
Got
you
gaspin
from
suffocation
Then
I
leave
without
a
clue
nor
an
explanation
It's
the
mister
hip
hop,
b-boy,
rap
addict
Static,
you
don't
want,
cause
when
I
brings
it,
it
get
tragic
Faggot,
now
put
an
h
on
your
chest
and
handle
Whatever
comes
at
ya,
best
beleive
i'ma
gat
ya
Now
move
back
from
this
jack,
you
can't
touch
it
Cause
if
you
do,
you
catch
a
buck
50
muggin
I'm
thuggish,
with
enough
stamina
to
damage
ya
Crew,
plus
jerk
em
like
a
crooked
ass
manager
Corrupt
indeed,
my
mind
is
the
backbone
of
evil
Causin
me
to
to
hurt
innocent
people
Niggas
playin
hard
rocks
on
the
wrong
block
Thinkin
it
be
you
until
I
let
the
nine
Glock
Pa-pop,
my
man
shitted
all
in
his
pants
It's
the
same
old
song
and
dance
And
I'm
out
motherfkers!
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