Furious Anger Shyheim, Big L

[00:01.06] (Reporter:)
[00:01.95] Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at
[00:02.81] A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.
[00:07.37] (Car spinning out of control and crashing)
[00:16.42] (Beat drops)
[00:17.39] (Multiple gunshots)
[00:18.24] (Samuel L. Jackson:) "And you will know my name is the lord... "
[00:26.32] (Big L:)
[00:27.27] Shyheim, yeah
[00:28.19] Corleone
[00:29.00] Uh-huh, check it out
[00:30.01] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out
[00:30.92] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out
[00:32.72] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out
[00:34.50] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out
[00:36.40] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up
[00:39.06] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft
[00:41.86] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off
[00:44.54] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk
[00:46.31] I hope ya ready for the kick-off
[00:48.17] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off
[00:49.91] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
[00:52.72] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'
[00:55.44] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out
[00:58.14] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out
[01:00.81] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot
[01:03.65] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block
[01:06.39] I left enough a y'all stinkin
[01:08.13] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?
[01:09.06] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin
[01:11.86] Yo, what?
[01:12.79] (Shyheim:)
[01:13.62] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me
[01:14.56] I'll probably die from the death penalty
[01:15.47] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity
[01:19.95] I'm not pussy so I don't need security
[01:22.66] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street
[01:25.30] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach
[01:27.17] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV
[01:30.83] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie
[01:34.40] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face
[01:35.37] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy
[01:38.15] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee
[01:41.72] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender
[01:45.30] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh
[01:48.05] (Gunshots)
[01:51.71] (Samuel L. Jackson:)
[01:54.47] "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance
[01:57.11] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy
[02:03.46] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord."
[02:05.28] (Big L:)
[02:06.19] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out
[02:07.97] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out
[02:10.61] The heat they ready to talk it out
[02:11.63] What is there to talk about?
[02:12.51] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin
[02:15.21] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway
[02:17.08] And put one a you punks in the ground
[02:18.80] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around
[02:21.55] Like you scarin us, not even
[02:23.45] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin
[02:27.05] (Samuel L. Jackson:) "My name is the lord... "
[02:27.95] (Shyheim:)
[02:28.88] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums
[02:29.72] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims
[02:32.42] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin
[02:36.13] Put his ear to his chin
[02:37.98] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old
[02:40.63] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold
[02:43.40] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice
[02:46.12] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots
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