Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trust It's On , by - Shyheim. Song from the album Manchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.06.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu-Tang
Song language: English
Trust It's On |
| Microphone check 27 |
| (Wu-Tang Killa Beez) |
| Microphone check |
| Sealed indictments, made my click vanish |
| Got me corresponding with my niggas in Clinton Annex |
| I run when the Jiggy come, I’m on probation |
| Can’t get caught with another gun, serious business |
| That’s why I never be in one spot for more than 5 minutes! |
| A menace like O-Dog, Oh Lord! |
| You will be a body and your man will be a witness |
| Do it for dolo, Shy needs no assistance! |
| If I’m with my niggas, then we co-defendants |
| One love, one thug 'till the last slug |
| Made up mad slang when my phone was bugged |
| You bite so much, your mind on high speed dub |
| Copy my shit, I’ll fuck you up in the club |
| You can get your doors, Glocks and 44s |
| What you think they stop making guns when they made yours? |
| 27, we get money and break laws, gettin' you sick |
| We be all up in your pores |
| Yo, this shit blow |
| Let your guns bust, It’s on! |
| When you see my fam commin' with the rush, It’s on! |
| When we crush, It’s On! |
| When we flush, It’s on! |
| And when my fam get the urge to hit that dust |
| It’s on! |
| Yo, this shit blow |
| When you trust, it’s on! |
| I’m like Ice Cube, to my shows I bring a Mack 10 |
| With the Teflon vest on, more points than an octagon |
| You can trust it’s on, that’s my word is bond |
| I put that on Twin, niggas is broke |
| They don’t bail out, they blood in |
| Then they blood out when I bring the thug out |
| Make them cough up a lung out on the concrete |
| I Roc-A-Fella like Bleek, niggas know me |
| I think your CD is weak, if the shit ain’t in my Jeep |
| Straight cheese, skinny nigga but I walk like I’m Cock-Diese |
| Death to my enemy’s… |
| When I be yellin' «blaze 'em»! |
| And if you got the razor, shave 'em! |
| And if you got the 44 to lift 'em up |
| Raise 'em, just don’t come |
| Runnin' back to me, sayin' I grazed 'em |
| You grazed 'em, What?!? |
| Son, you better murder the man |
| We leave his body in the soil, so we fertiliin' |
| And if you heard of the plan, then you know how we rock |
| You don’t never graze a nigga, make his heartbeat stop |
| And it’s hardly not likely of us |
| To leave a nigga leakin' and slightly touched |
| That thing might need to bust cause precisely he bust |
| And he could turn a hard rock, Icee to slush |
| And it might be the trust, that I gave 'em before |
| If Kani get upset, son it’s blazin' galore! |
| Shy say, fuck the roof! |
| Son, I’m raising the floor! |
| And my? |
| don’t shit, that’s why you praising the lord |
| (Praising the lord) What?! |
| (Nigga) (Straight Up) |