Lyrics What Makes the World Go Round - Shyheim
There
a
toker,
under
the
numb,
scumb
looker
Get
the
gatherin,
big
willy,
me,
thug
rich
and
booker
The
gun
to
gun,
face
off,
street
smart
nigga
That
I′m
ready
to
tear
your
numbers
right
off
the
burners
To
throw
the
D-8
trace
off,
ruckus
click
cause
the
mystery
Sellin,
which,
cap
killin,
go
down
in
history
You
dissin
me,
bell
to
releact
the
combat
I
sit
back,
when
niggas
throw
raps
I
be
like,
"where
your
are
at"
It's
a
leaky-leak
world
and
I
don′t
give
a
fuck
All
I
wanna
do
is
puff
that
purple
stuff
The
sun
ain't
never
shine
on
my
block
It's
like
a
permanent
eclipse
The
only
light
is
gun
spark
Fightin
on
the
premissis,
that
you
want
to
be
yours
Catch
your
on
the
stairs,
your
floor′s
eight
But,
you
won′t
make
it
past
four
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
niggas
actin
high
fashional
Flashin,
wackin
and
not
reactin
Yall
niggas,
know
what
time
it
is
Leavin
niggas
withour
no
watches
When
I
drop
this
shit
about
hustlin
Yall
niggas
know,
who
rhyme
it
is
You
gettin
the
head
from
bathroom
To
book-book
to
rap-rap
to
tracks-tracks
to
wax-wax
When
starts
toss
the
headphone
The
dead
zone,
MC′s
get
done
since
The
grittiest
square
root
Equals
a
dead
mother
fucker
in
my
circumference
The
shell
maxed,
well
matched,
dressed
in
black
leather
To
come
through
buildin
for
buildin
Jack
dead
for
crime
cheddar
All
day,
I
dream
about
guns,
money,
cars
and
bitches
Thirsty
niggas,
who
want
my
riches
I
got
somethin
for
em,
in
'96,
you
gotta
be
trife
or
die
That′s
how
it
is
in
the
streets
of
S.I.,
in
god
we
trust
the
lye
Niggas
I
run
with,
their
mentality
is
fuck
it
And
heated
with
a
vest,
gun
cocked
ready
to
buck
shit
Altough
they
do,
to
makin
crack
and
dope
sales
And
jiggy-jigg
won't
stop
us
from
gettin
the
dough,
for
real
Money,
clips
and
fat
stacks
make
the
world
go
round
What
makes
the
world
go
round
Alcohol
and
marijuana
makes
the
world
go
round
What
makes
the
world
go
round
Cocaine,
lactose
and
boilin
water
makes
the
world
go
round
What
makes
the
world
go
round
Big
guns,
money
and
pussy
makes
the
world
go
round
What
makes
the
world
go
round,
round
Shaolin,
Stapleton
born
and
raised
The
battlegrounds
is
where
we
spend
most
of
our
days
I
lick
a
shot
for
niggas
slingin
cooked
up
rocks
To
make
the
prophet,
so
all
yall
crap
niggas
need
to
stop
it
I
see
my
peeps
transform
like
Autobots
Shootin
at
missed,
prime
ass
niggas,
who
stop
us
from
makin
figgaz
We
can′t
be
eliminated,
the
world
wil
be
contaminated
G.P.
players
activated
Shot
twenty
shells,
twenty
heads
fell
Twenty
bodies
rapped,
twenty
churches
rung
death
bells
The
bitch
fucker,
the
thug
cop
chucker
The
Glock
under
my
belt,
tucker,
the
wild
mother
fucker
My
lifestyles,
maxin,
taxin,
a
pistol
wipin
Girl
come
here,
bitch
slapped
and
carjackin
Cap
carrier,
contract
arrangin,
twenty-thousand
dollar
hit
Body,
the
scenic
Bet
your
life
nigga
on
two
red
and
one
green
dice
For
fifty
cents,
nickels
or
get
nice
and
pay
the
price
A
hot
rolex
with
ice,
fit
around
my
wrist
A
gorilla
in
the
mist,
with
a
four
fifth,
kill
you
and
your
bitch
Get
you
open
like
bullet
wounds,
deadly
like
toxic
fumes
Get
my
peoples???
through
all
the
ballons
Wack
rappers
and
listeners,
this
for
all
yall
Can't
follow,
put
my
records
out
on
virgin
Cause
my
styles
be
sellin
Brooklyn
and
Shaolin
puttin
the
hurtin
in
front
of
the
curtain
Hookin
and
crookin,
I'm
takin
back
uptown,
back
downtown
like
fulton
I
house
the
best,
when
I
be
rappin,
I
be
packin
So
niggas
in
clubs,
fire
marshalls
got
me
on
house
arrest
Front,
I
caution
it,
I
bless
so
many
mics
After
I
die,
niggas′ll
cut
my
hand
off
and
auction
it
Nineteen
seventy-seven,
february
eighth
This
little
nigga
be
packin
big,
but
I
ain′t
got
faith
to
hustle
it
Thugs,
slugs
and
drugs
make
the
world
go
round
What
makes
the
world
go
round
Hand
in
pistol,
pull
out
the
gristle
makes
the
world
go
round
What
makes
the
world
go
round
Murderers
and
carjackers
make
the
world
go
round
What
makes
the
world
go
round
State
to
state,
pushin
weight
make
the
world
go
round
What
makes
the
world
go
round,
tound,
round,
round,
round
Brooklyn,
Brownsville
makes
the
world
go
round
Shaolin,
Stapleton
makes
the
world
go
round
G.P.
Wu
makes
the
world
go
round
D.R.
Period
makes
the
world
go
round
D.V.
Alias
Khrist
makes
the
world
go
round
I
said
the
ruckus
makes
the
world
go
round
Mr.
Trigger
makes
the
world
go
round
Smoothe
Da
Hustler,
definitely
makes
the
world
go
round
Shyheim
makes
the
world
go
round
Rubbabandz
makes
the
world
go
round
The
Nexx
Level
Click
makes
the
world
go
round
It
be
the
crew
that
makes
the
world
go
round
It
be
the
crew,
it
be
the
crew
that
makes
the
world
go
round
It
be
the
crew,
it
be
the
crew
makes
the
world
go
round
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