Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Godz , by - Shyheim. Song from the album Wu-Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu-Tang
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Godz , by - Shyheim. Song from the album Wu-Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопYoung Godz |
| Yo *echoes* |
| Older cats *echoes* |
| Yo *echoes* |
| Whassup Rae? |
| What’s going on Son? |
| Whattup dude? |
| Yeah, I ain’t see y’all cats in a long time |
| Check it, yo |
| Y’all better be on that shit too |
| Older cats max with young godz who got the guns |
| KnowhatI’msayin son? |
| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run |
| Y’all the little y’all the youth coming up |
| Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums |
| KnowhatI’msayin son? |
| Yo son |
| Of the young Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done |
| You the first man, you go first son |
| I mobb deep |
| , in cherry Cherokees I forever be |
| On some thug shit, runnin wild through New York City |
| Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun |
| Stapleton is where I’m from |
| And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up) |
| Cause the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career |
| I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta |
| Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner |
| And squeeze, if I get front on my nine millimi |
| Will have my enemies, behind trees |
| Niggas that think they live cause they puff a little lye |
| Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don’t think they’ll kill us |
| Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns |
| You right about that kid |
| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run |
| Now yo y’all just keep everything moving you know |
| Or get stung by the killer bee sting from the slums |
| The beat is sounding like Star Trek |
| Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue |
| So yo, youknowhatI’msayin Son? |
| Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon |
| I meditate then swing with the force of mountains |
| Brain cells is able to be |
| bi-debatable |
| When I think it’s hazardous to your ozone layer |
| A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer |
| Causes niggas to hush, then I rush, like Manchus |
| Who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels |
| I live by name and cut veins |
| Burning bodies into flames |
| Between my anger, I lock down every chamber |
| Hillside strangeler |
| , a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger |
| Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic |
| Build off of rhymin calisthetics |
| I’m determined, I raise a army like Hitler young Germans |
| And become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera |
| They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time) |
| By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness |
| As I hang with Jehovah’s Witnesses |
| Older cats max with young godz that got the guns |
| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run |
| Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums |
| From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue |
| Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do |
| Last year, you ran for the border with your crew |
| I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme |
| Libra is my sign, and can’t stand swine |
| When I dine, the automatic weapon |
| Got niggas steppin, in the opposite direction |
| My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns |
| My proposition, meaning you go round for round |
| Straight up and down, I broke the sound barrier |
| Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite |
| The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks |
| Or you’ll be rhyming with a broke back |
| Niggas talk about they rollin deep up in here |
| The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair |
| Older… |
| Yo, y’all calm down man calm down calm down |
| Yeah, and yo |
| Now yo, youknowhatI’msayin? |
| I wanna tell y’all |
| Y’all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp |
| Aiyyo Rae, you got Killa Sin |
| YouknowhatI’msayin? |
| Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child |
| So just take your time and handle life as it comes |
| Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through |
| Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do |
| Showin and provin youknowhatI’msayin? |
| Shaolin forever |
| Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the peace |
| Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach |
| In the summer, number one gunner run for cover |
| Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Glover |
| I cock back, action packed raps and gats |
| Niggas trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks |
| Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked |
| For actin snotty Hobbes catch karate chops |
| Cuz Wu-Tang live, forever and a day |
| You better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray |
| We never play with commercialism |
| The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism |
| My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known |
| I’m packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones |
| My crew’s sicker than that AIDS shit |
| While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave shift |
| My right hand man, myself and the Clan |
| Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand |
| And to my Physical one love power crazy real |
| For all them carbon copy niggas lurkin in the rap deal |
| Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns |
| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run |
| Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum |
| Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue |
| Older cats max, young godz got the guns |
| Out of town niggas best to run |
| Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out |
| Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns |
| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run |
| Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum |
| From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue |
| From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue |
| Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns |
| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run |
| Or get stung |
| Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young |
| Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue |
| Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns |
| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run |
| Aiyyo stop it |
| Older cats max but young godz they got the guns |
| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run |
| Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum |
| From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue |
| Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue |
| Older cats max but young godz got the guns |
| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run |
| Or get stung… |
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|---|---|
| On and On | 2011 |
| Move It over Here | 1994 |
| One's 4 da Money | 1994 |
| Dear God (featuring Pop "The Brown Hornet") ft. Pop Da Brown Hornet | 1995 |
| 5 Elements (featuring Rubbabandz, Pop "The Brown Hornet," Down Low Reka, Junelover) ft. Rubbabandz, Pop Da Brown Hornet, Down Low Reka | 1995 |
| You the Man ft. Shyheim | 1994 |
| Furious Anger ft. Shyheim | 1999 |
| Here Come the Hits | 1994 |
| Here I Am | 1994 |
| The Rugged Onez ft. June Luva, Shyheim | 1994 |
| In Trouble | 2001 |
| 4 the Headpiece ft. Due Lilz, Down Low Recka, Shyheim | 1994 |
| Napsack | 1994 |
| Co-Defendant ft. Hell Razah | 1998 |
| Party's Goin' On | 1994 |
| Dear God ft. Shyheim | 1996 |
| Pass It Off ft. K-Tez, Down Low Recka, Shyheim | 1994 |
| Little Rascals | 1994 |
| Buckwylin | 1994 |
| 5 Elements ft. Pop Da Brown Hornet, Down Low Recka, June Luva | 1996 |