Shyheim - Shaolin Style Lyrics
Yeah yeah!!Where my shaolin peoples at?Stapleton, the craziest, yall know what time it isWild wild westNow born, killa hill, poor to the rich manJungle nilz, lets get money yallVerse one:It be the scotch and henessee that make me act like thisIm wild hit em up project style never plead the fifthRegardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be at courtFightin and slicin each other to see who lies at my fortWho woulda thought, little shy big willieNinety-six we rollin dutches, nine-tray it was philliesFirst of the month be like christmas to dealersHundred dollar seals come through the school zone areaChildren at play keep the heat on the lowLittle kids gettin hit, projects flooded with poNow shortys rockin, versace and donna karanPlayin the miss mob queen role knowin hon the cousin sharonI live the glamarous life, girlAnd go from limos to dom perignon, rich hotelsChorus: repeat 4xWild, the shaolin style is all in meChild, the whole damn isle is callin me -- method manVerse two: squigFacing two-five to life incarcerated activatedStressed behind a cell with no way to escape itHoldin on, true to ock steel tryin to appealBe landed without a bail so let the commisary revealI feel its time, for me to let this sparkle in wineWet my throat rockin the trenchcoat, flashin to get mineNot hesitant, cuz the henny keeps me bentJust tryin to make a cent, diggin pockets down to the lintRegardless of all the charges the ds want me forWarrant after warrant, so I avoid the lawStapleton on the rise, twenty-seven wearin livesFrom day one until they none dont take it as no supriseChorusVerse three: shyheimIm havin suicidal thoughts cause Im screwed up in the gameBut todays thang, is to hold it down and maintainI got thirty days until I get remanded for this gun chargeStill Im livin large, joint hard up in the mode andLong sexin, fishin for pre-modelIm young black rich and dangerous, livin like I won the lottoSo nuff of wine sex and dutchesThem kids know who us isGp rule, hundred-twenty-seven hustlersRunnin from ds when they try to bust usFly crims and gats, mainly black cops, them faggots love usAnd my district attorneys wanna send me to jailI told em, people wanna kill me, thats why I had the nine milliIm bustin dead and not to injureRemember what I quoteBefore you, enter my centerChorus
