Shyheim - Pass It Off Lyrics
f/ GP Wu, K-TezIntro:Yeah!!Chorus:Pass it off I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip)Pass it off and move back (I'm reachin in my napsack)Pass it off I wanna flip (Let me show you how)Pass it off then buck for Staten Isle[Rubbabandz]My style is mad funky, gots to show the funkDon't need a girl who be traps like a hoWhich means I'm baggin *****es, my rhymes is gettin fatterI dropped a lyrical bomb, y'all seem to scatterYou talk and chit chatter, it really don't matterI'm too cold to hold and badder than the Mad HatterI'm a basketcase like the man with the chainsawUnderground sounds that I rip from the coreThe superfly, funktastic, never took a lossCause I chose to burn competition like a torchGot a short fuse, when I'm lit I'm outta touchI take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scudMissile for bob-around suckas like a pistolYou beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now that's a riddleI like to keep my style pumpin on the regularI'm the man, takin calls like I'm on a cellularI pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggageOn one hand I'm rough and on the other hand I'm ruggedChorus[K-Tez]Pass it off to the right so I can flip kidShorty wildstyle, not for that old ill shitWu-Tang slang I'm puttin in your brainYou don't want it, they don't want it, niggaz don't want itDon't flex boy because my shit is realI'm sendin chills through your body like my man Evander Holyfield (oooh)Everyday is get rough out in my townThat's Staple-townEvery other day a body's found, yoGot mad stacks, don't even move kid I'm strappedTez got mad stacks inside his napsackHere's a warning, I gets my meth and my forty and gets liftedAnd fly in the sky like Mike Jordan[Down Low Recka]Now here we go, I'm back for mo' check the flowUp from the Down Low as I wreck the showCause niggaz is borin, ohh you got me yawninYou come and go easy like a Sunday morninPass the method, I wanna get bluntedThat's how I knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wantedSo I brung it, pass the mic, watch me tongue itNow you done itTried to flip then you frontedChorus[Shyheim]Well I'm a bad little bastard how can you ask itMany tried to flip and stick but got blastedAnd dropkicked by a nigga that's mad sick and wickedGot more skins than a click kidA rebel that switch his level just like a devilFor those who rock heavy metal I bash you with a shovelCause me and my boys make noise up and down the blockI rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spotCause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the groundWith a fat sound that funk like James BrownI hope you listen cause I wasn't babblin no missionA blank eye then run outta ammunitionOn your ass real fast, no second thoughts you get blastedSo heed the words from the bad little bastardChorus 2X
