Testo Crime Story - Shyheim
Testo della canzone Crime Story (Shyheim), tratta dall'album Manchild
Twenty-seven, yeah, Wu-Tang, Killa Arnie, Shyheim, TMF
Trife the Unstuck Young, Tommy Whispers, what the deal, baby?
For the one-nine-nine-nine, shit's gon' change
Now it's us in the Range, girls givin' us brains
I play the game, put my heart into it, you stupid?
I'm a gunner, whenever I got the rock, I shoot it
Undisputed world champion on the M-I-C
Been Wu-Tang before it became a production company
Stay fresh like Dove, I run with the thugs
That'll cut your throat and sell your blood
Fifty/fifty love around the border should be biddin'
Five to fifteen on the strength for the way I manslaughter
Rock your girl's boat like the Titanic
Man, I got more numbers than NYNEX, plus the Bell Atlantic
More hoes than the Forty-Deuce
More clothes than twenty kleptos can boost, I'm not havin' it
I bring it to your label, producer, and your management
I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the RICO, I purchase my quarter-Lucy's from papacito
Got the block locked like the dread Mike Z and Chino, you know
Look me eye to eye, and see what you find
A crime nigga, nine-spitter, mine-digger refined
Power impact crackin' your spine, mankind
Blow up the surface like landmines in my pastime
I saw it all, had plenty brawls
Cut your wig short like Demi Moore, ghost vanish
Most motherfuckers don't know I'm half-Spanish
Hazardous lyrical tactics, pencil to mattress to the canvas
Get your ass kicked for talkin' backwards
Puffin' Backwoods, walkin' through the back of the hood
No protection, Stapleton section
Corrupt life, TMF arch style, we rush mics
Disarmed for that gold piece charm
Red alert, we all along, ready for combat
No contact, countin' backwards, ten to one, let me launch that
No way you can catch my format
I'm like the gingerbread man, movin' on land, catch me if you can
I move faster than an average man
You only got one life to live, to all my children
It's better to give than receive
Life is short, days of our lives seem to speed
Still waitin' for the day when Clinton legalize weed
You only got one life to live, to all my children
It's better to give than receive
Life is short, days of our lives seem to speed
Still waitin' for the day when Clinton legalize weed
It's like gunplay when my darts spray, leave you scarred today
Mental washed away, I shoot like Hardaway, your body parts decay
Slowly, too busy lustin' the Rollie
Platinum face, snatch you with a rhyme to take you out of space
Enter my orbit, terrorist gone corporate
Choppin' tracks into sawdust, son, so you can snort it
In the conference room, Terror Is Him comin' soon
Album cover pitch black like the sky without the moon
To illuminate, in my dome piece, there lies a metal plate
Titanium, harder than the lock in your gate
Burglarize your enterprise and have fun with your mate
'Cause I'm nasty, when doin' my dirt, won't see a mask on me
Silent Weapons is a classic like Freddie Bassy
Word to Word Pro, electro, Grenade logo
Forever show how I firmly handle the phono
Bitches lust me with plans of wettin' my sheets in the mo-mo
Terrorist relatin' to Shy, mi vida loco
Yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo, treasuries
Stackin' this paper for longevity, the money first
Puttin' in work, that be my pedigree
Let's take it to a higher degree
Sit back and visualize so our eyes can see
Black God, we livin' hard, mugs get scarred, thugs get barred
Treated like slaves in the yard playin' the field
Most niggas tell and squeal, that's why I move for self
Only me and my steel, this shit is real
And leery niggas will rat you out
Get under pressure by the jakes when they smack 'em out
Gat in they mouth for talkin', you sleepwalkin'
Can't play the street often
Become a victim of extortion for your fortune
Your bankrolls, stank hoes, you think I ain't cold?
Run up in your crib, take everything, even the sink gold
You sweet like a pink rose, can you smell it?
When you soft like velvet, catch one up in your helmet
Get dealt with on the quick fast
Take you on a great adventure like Six Flags
Spent every day of my life just tryna get cash
So when my shit blast, duck behind buildings for shelter
Or you'll get hit back, catch whiplash
Fuckin' with Trife, you must've skipped class
Your bitch-ass didn't take notes, infrared scope beamin'
I'm tired of dreamin', I wanna hit the big screen and
But keep an open eye for them cats who stay schemin'
Guide us to Thy side, Lord, guide us to Thy side
The pathway of the righteous can have no earthly goal
What good are gold and silver when the Devil wins your soul?
Guide us to Thy side, Lord, guide us to Thy side
Stray wages God won't pay you, His hours, they are known
But He helps those that help themselves
And protects the weak from the strong
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Writer(s): Shyheim Franklin
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