Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spectacular, artist - Shyheim. Album song Manchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.06.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu-Tang
Song language: English
Spectacular |
| 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 niggas 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? |