Shyheim - Shaolin Style текст песни

Yeah yeah!!

Where my shaolin peoples at?

Stapleton, the craziest, yall know what time it is

Wild wild west

Now born, killa hill, poor to the rich man

Jungle nilz, lets get money yall

Verse one:

It be the scotch and henessee that make me act like this

Im 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 shortys 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 its 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 ds 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 dont take it as no suprise

Chorus

Verse three: shyheim

Im havin suicidal thoughts cause Im screwed up in the game

But todays thang, is to hold it down and maintain

I got thirty days until I get remanded for this gun charge

Still Im livin large, joint hard up in the mode and

Long sexin, fishin for pre-model

Im 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 ds 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", thats why I had the nine milli

Im bustin dead and not to injure

Remember what I quote

Before you, enter my center

Chorus