Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shaolin Style (featuring Squig), artist - Shyheim. Album song The Lost Generation, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Noo Trybe
Song language: English
Shaolin Style (featuring Squig) |
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 |
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 «e Before you, enter my center |