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