| Trees’ll die to make paper so I can write rhymes on em
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| Niggas shoot up the studio tryin to kill me so I can’t record em
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| I’m nuclear like hydrogen gases
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| Push my buttons and I bomb the masses
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| 'Pac ain’t worry, you know I’m keepin it live Thug Life
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| Never sleep, I’m awaken seven days, seven nights
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| I don’t give a fuck, don’t give a fuck
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| They call me Shy two times, I say everythin twice
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| Niggas be like «Kid aiight», but that’s cynical
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| On the mic I’m invincible
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| Pop your innertube, flatline, 7−2-8, crime time
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| Promotin that live shit til I die
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| I’m so high, can’t even open my eyes
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| What I do to MC’s can’t be televised
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| Blood everywhere, leave you terrified
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| Thuggin it out, I glorify
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| Do what I do to bring the honey to the hive (no lie)
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| Chorus: Squig Trust
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| Verbal Intercourse, comin at 'cha takin yours
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| Seagal niggas Marked for Death, we above the law
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| Gamble stacks, hustle cracks, cookin from the raw
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| Peace nigga if it ain’t I guarantee it’s war
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| Check this out y’all
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| Question, why you in my B.I.
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| Spy ass nigga actin like you F.B.I
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| You gossip like the girls do
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| I’mma smack the shit out you, watch
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| Better get your ox and your Glocks
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| And be screamin «Shyheim, stop the cops from comin»
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| You a lame rapper dude, I wouldn’t even write you somethin
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| This ain’t nothin but a verse from my arsenal
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| I reposess styles, I’m the hip-hop marshall
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| Move a whole crowd from a dart-out groove
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| I’m headlinin, fuck a single, I perform armed robbery
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| You should’ve never been braggin
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| That’s why you got carjacked for that Benz wagon
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| Bring it down to Philly, let my niggas tag it
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| Groupies, I don’t touch em cuz I ain’t tryin to get my Johnson Magic
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| In 1999 it’s all about the papes
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| We could take it to the park
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| I catch wreck off anythin in the DJ crate
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| Make MC’s feel raped
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| Don’t make that mistake to step to me
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| I make money, take money, give me a break money
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| You talk a good one, but yo talk is cheap money
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| It’s all about showin and provin
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| Show that shit to me, I stick ya up and keep it movin
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| Quick, in and out like the tai, Hit Em Up
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| For T.M.F. |
| to take him on the rise, give it up
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| Cash Rules, jewels, all your life is a must
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| I get mines, nigga, it’s only right, it’s Squig Trust |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Verses from the Arsenal , by - Shyheim. Song from the album Manchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп