Shyheim - 5 Elements Lyrics
Mother*****in gp in the mother*****in houseWith shorty shy[rubbabandz]Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when i, start to stainCrab niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grainI bring drama to your earpiece, when I bustRaps niggaz collapse, in fact turn to slushIt only takes a second to dieIt only takes a minute to get highThe hoods that I run with really dont careBustin at God with our pistols in the air[pop da brown hornet]No more loses, Im bringin in da bossesYou wanna get rich, bet on me, mother***** them horsesIm black, too good, deadly like a lugerI live day by day, but my mind set on the futureDrunk with vexism, handin out bad desicionsGot shit locked like state prisonsMc destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for yaWhen Im red niggaz die from paranoiaSureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me notOr Ill be runnin shit in ya spotDie hard, crackin shit, like ty cobbKeep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mobForever high, Im the type of guy to puff chocolate thaiThen blow the smoke all in your eyeYoure blinded, the rap style I posess, you cant find itThats why you wanna constantly rewind it[down low reka]Yo, d. allah represent at sparkin mics like flintWith style that you can inhale and get the nigga bentCash rules, no choice but bein top billerHave ya blinded by the fire like that ***** in the killerYou know Im iller, than the caviar, with these rhythmsThats acquired to break down immune systemsIn any battle im-a come in firstWith raw techniques that shock ya ear like a *****in curseI like sex after ballentine triple xUnderstandin, I run through hoes like barry sandersNiggaz get lost in the landReachin, itll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand[shyheim]Im-a live shorty, word up, the shit aint hard to tellI kill verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cellsMy lifestyle, it didnt change, Im still the sameNike sneakers, guess jeans and gold chainsThe rugged child be bringin drama to your system like drugsLive and direct, from new york like lugzIs it the ruckus you want, come and get that ass lynchedYou complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inchKid, I be just *****in in the cut, on some shaolin whatJiggy-june bust a nut[junelover]Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypherNiggaz you dont really wanna see the God hyperActive, make teachers run back for practiceAnd tell they proteges, they cant ***** with the tacticsSo give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledgeYou put your best man, even if he went to collegeWith this mutation, I serve like a chefWhat do you know, I be that nigga squeezin air from your last breathGot you gaspin from suffocationThen I leave without a clue nor an explanationIts the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addictStatic, you dont want, cause when I brings it, it get tragicFaggot, now put an h on your chest and handleWhatever comes at ya, best beleive ima gat yaNow move back from this jack, you cant touch itCause if you do, you catch a buck 50 mugginIm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage yaCrew, plus jerk em like a crooked ass managerCorrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evilCausin me to to hurt innocent peopleNiggaz playin hard rocks on the wrong blockThinkin it be you until I let the nine glockPa-pop, my man shitted all in his pantsIts the same old song and danceAnd Im out mother*****ers!
