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    Yeah yeah!!
    Where my Shaolin peoples at?
    Stapleton, the craziest, y'all know what time it is
    Wild wild West
    Now born, Killa Hill, poor to the rich man
    Jungle Nilz, let's get money y'all

    Verse One:

    It be the Scotch and Henessee that make me act like this
    I'm wild hit em up project style never plead the fifth
    Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be at court
    Fightin and slicin each other to see who lies at my fort
    Who woulda thought, little Shy Big Willie
    Ninety-six we rollin dutches, nine-tray it was Phillies
    First of the month be like Christmas to dealers
    Hundred dollar seals come through the school zone area
    Children at play keep the heat on the low
    Little kids gettin hit, projects flooded with po'
    Now shorty's rockin, Versace and Donna Karan
    Playin the Miss Mob Queen role knowin hon the cousin Sharon
    I live the glamarous life, girl
    And go from limos to Dom Perignon, rich hotels

    Chorus: repeat 4X

    "Wild, the Shaolin Style is all in me
    Child, the whole damn isle is callin me" -- Method Man

    Verse Two: Squig

    Facing two-five to life incarcerated activated
    Stressed behind a cell with no way to escape it
    Holdin on, true to ock steel tryin to appeal
    Be landed without a bail so let the commisary reveal
    I feel it's time, for me to let this sparkle in wine
    Wet my throat rockin the trenchcoat, flashin to get mine
    Not hesitant, cuz the Henny keeps me bent
    Just tryin to make a cent, diggin pockets down to the lint
    Regardless of all the charges the D's want me for
    Warrant after warrant, so I avoid the law
    Stapleton on the rise, twenty-seven wearin lives
    From day one until they none don't take it as no suprise


    Verse Three: Shyheim

    I'm havin suicidal thoughts cause I'm screwed up in the game
    But today's thang, is to hold it down and maintain
    I got thirty days until I get remanded for this gun charge
    Still I'm livin large, joint hard up in the mode and
    long sexin, fishin for pre-model
    I'm young black rich and dangerous, livin like I won the lotto
    So nuff of wine sex and dutches
    Them kids know who us is
    GP rule, hundred-twenty-seven hustlers
    Runnin from D's when they try to bust us
    Fly crims and gats, mainly black cops, them faggots love us
    And my district attorneys wanna send me to jail
    I told em, "People wanna kill me", that's why I had the nine milli
    I'm bustin dead and not to injure
    Remember what I quote
    Before you, enter my center


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