paroles de chanson Furious Anger - Big L , Shyheim
Shyheim,
yeah
Corleone
Uh-huh,
check
it
out
Y'all
niggas
be
walkin
the
streets,
iced
out
Not
knowin
the
walk,
so
put
the
price
out
To
get
you
stuck
and
punch
ya
lights
out
Or
catch
ya
car
in
the
night
and
snatch
ya
wife
out
And
beat
the
hoe
up
if
you
don't
give
the
dough
up
You
got
me
pissed
off,
frontin
and
ya
whole
clique
soft
If
ya
had
ya
Roly
on,
I
might
cut
ya
wrist
off
Then
lick
off,
and
slide
ya
bitch
off,
punk
I
hope
ya
ready
for
the
kick-off
Ya
flankin
niggas
and
I'm
gettin
rich
off
I
done
sold
coke,
sold
crack,
sold
smoke,
sold
smack
Now
I
wanna
go
plat',
can
I
get
it
sold
plat'
It
ain't
no
part
a
time
out,
once
I
climb
out
The
garbage
can,
with
2 nines
out,
and
blow
ya
spine
out
Or
I
got
you
cats
by
a
long-shot,
every
song
hot
1-3-9
and
Lennox
is
a
strong
block
I
left
enough
a
y'all
stinkin
What
the
fuck
was
y'all
thinkin?
My
shit's
tight,
nigga,
I
spit
writin
Yo,
what?
Young
outlaw,
the
state
wanna
get
rid
a
me
I'll
probably
die
from
the
death
penalty
Y'all
analog,
Shyheim
I
keep
it
digity
I'm
not
pussy
so
I
don't
need
security
Like
Big
L,
I'm
MVP
on
the
street
I
did
wet
more
people
than
the
pool
and
the
beach
So
be
easy,
or
I'll
expose
you
like
shock
TV
O.G.,
that's
why
they
put
me
in
a
movie
Don't
screw
me,
cause
if
I
punch
you
in
ya
face
You'll
probably
try
and
sue
me,
and
take
me
to
Judge
Judy
Look
me
in
my
eyes
cause
ya
handshake
don't
fool
thee
Stapleton
Staten
Islander,
the
name's
marked
on
the
calender
Ain't
no
screwin
off
a
silencer,
uh-uh
"And
I
will
strike
down
upon
thee
with
great
vengeance
And
furious
anger
on
those
who
attempt
to
poison
and
destroy
My
brothers,
and
you
will
know
my
name
is
the
lord."
If
you
got
somethin
to
say,
then
cough
it
out
Cause
niggas
be
wantin
beef,
but
when
you
pull
out
The
heat
they
ready
to
talk
it
out
What
is
there
to
talk
about?
You
was
just
frontin,
now
it
ain't
nuttin
Ain't
that
somethin?
I
should
start
bustin
anyway
And
put
one
a
you
punks
in
the
ground
Y'all
niggas
be
killin
me
with
y'all
faces
round,
jumpin
around
Like
you
scarin
us,
not
even
Cause
me
and
Shy'
gon'
be
some
thugs
til
we
stop
breathin
"My
name
is
the
lord...
"
Niggas
be
actin
like
they
hoodlums
Until
they
get
shot
up
or
locked
up,
now
they
Bloods
and
Muslims
In
the
Wu,
benz
bang
em
like
a
Benz,
touch
kid
nuttin
thin
Put
his
ear
to
his
chin
I
gotta
win
and
beat
this
game
of
dyin
rich
and
old
Cause
these
playa-hatin
niggas
wanna
block
my
gold
It's
untold
like
the
truth,
they
thirsty
for
my
juice
But
when
I
let
loose,
have
them
jumpin
out
they
boots
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