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    Tune your voicebox up (yo, yo, yo..)
    (yo, shyheim man, I think that nigga jealous when I seen him)
    Twenty-seven warrant squad, wu-tang killa bee in here
    (what's up? kill nigga with the ice cube)
    (what it feel like?) yea, yea, yea (if I said, betta dust him)
    I swear for real, that story's over son
    (come murda with a straw) what? (indian) come on

    Fresh off american airlines, first class-enger
    You behind the curtain like the 57th passenger
    Why you wackin up? faggot
    Standin in the front and can't back it up
    Me I'm spectacular, rock a avi' and a durag
    And mack a fur, shorty with the phat ass
    I'm splashin her, her man thinks he a thug cuz he in attica
    She deep throated my piss without me asking her
    Suck the blood out my dick like dracula
    I cause a massacre

    Don't miss the grym reaper
    Blood'll run outta dem face and drip 'pon dem sneakas
    Sick me knife ina dem chest, I still a ram it deepa
    Absolute, foreva creepin through ya window
    So me sing, melicious, sound bad like a freddie cruger
    Attack some pussyhole wit me german luger
    See me neva say somethin bout wha, attack dem youths out
    Neva know me idolize castro from cuba

    Bounty hunter wit gun 'pon me shoulder
    Disrespect de killa song, and get told, uh
    Shyheim, dem neva know murder-a
    Have me gun, hafta ta shot dem, gunshot, move back dem

    What's the verdict? guilty, how many times I've heard it
    Shyheim should be locked down and murdered
    I'm too dirty for detergent, so fuck tide
    I bring the drama, ask your honor, my rap sheet rhymes
    Queen, posession of a number, stabbin niggaz knives
    Observation, direction sales, 20 dimes
    B.I., take care of mines, and never wear slacks
    Word to big l and sacks, y'all youngings'll get clapped
    By this big pun, mad guns from the back of a ac'
    Fuck the movies they at, on the screen I react
    Parlay, where the trees at? burn somethin
    Keep it dirty urine, pigeons say I'm fly, I reply
    "who you tellin?", got so much game need my own cartridge
    And an office, take 'em through a journey through my mental forest
    Regardless, stay bombarded
    To american express, ghetto game, I charge it

    Keep it on dual lock, gangsta dem 'pon me gun
    Be the police, gangsta, pack machine gun
    Shot up, informer, put in mind daddy grown
    Gangsta and dem guns spar it out
    Where dem man? don't be shot me, dem can't say gangsta
    Gangsta, don't bet, no baby soldier
    So ya betta watch it and hear what me say
    Got shyheim killin people in a week or day cuz

    What the fuck, nigga?

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