| Yeah yeah!
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| Where my shaolin peoples at?
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| Stapleton, the craziest, yall know what time it is Wild wild west
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| Now born, killa hill, poor to the rich man
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| Jungle nilz, lets get money yall
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| Verse one:
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| It be the scotch and henessee that make me act like this
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| Im wild hit em up project style never plead the fifth
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| Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be at court
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| Fightin and slicin each other to see who lies at my fort
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| Who woulda thought, little shy big willie
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| Ninety-six we rollin dutches, nine-tray it was phillies
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| First of the month be like christmas to dealers
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| Hundred dollar seals come through the school zone area
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| Children at play keep the heat on the low
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| Little kids gettin hit, projects flooded with po Now shortys rockin, versace and donna karan
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| Playin the miss mob queen role knowin hon the cousin sharon
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| I live the glamarous life, girl
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| And go from limos to dom perignon, rich hotels
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| Chorus: repeat 4x
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| «wild, the shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me"-- method man
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| Verse two: squig
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| Facing two-five to life incarcerated activated
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| Stressed behind a cell with no way to escape it Holdin on, true to ock steel tryin to appeal
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| Be landed without a bail so let the commisary reveal
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| I feel its time, for me to let this sparkle in wine
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| Wet my throat rockin the trenchcoat, flashin to get mine
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| Not hesitant, cuz the henny keeps me bent
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| Just tryin to make a cent, diggin pockets down to the lint
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| Regardless of all the charges the ds want me for
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| Warrant after warrant, so I avoid the law
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| Stapleton on the rise, twenty-seven wearin lives
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| From day one until they none dont take it as no suprise
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| Verse three: shyheim
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| Im havin suicidal thoughts cause Im screwed up in the game
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| But todays thang, is to hold it down and maintain
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| I got thirty days until I get remanded for this gun charge
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| Still Im livin large, joint hard up in the mode and
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| Long sexin, fishin for pre-model
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| Im young black rich and dangerous, livin like I won the lotto
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| So nuff of wine sex and dutches
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| Them kids know who us is Gp rule, hundred-twenty-seven hustlers
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| 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
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| I told em, «people wanna kill me», thats why I had the nine milli
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| Im bustin dead and not to injure
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| Remember what I «e Before you, enter my center |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shaolin Style (featuring Squig) , by - Shyheim. Song from the album The Lost Generation, in the genre Поп