Shyheim - Spectacular (feat. Lil' Vicious) Lyrics
f/ Lil' Vicious[Intro: Shyheim, (Lil' Vicious)]Tune your voicebox up (Yo, yo, yo..)(Yo, Shyheim man, I think that nigga jealous when I seen him)Twenty-seven warrant squad, Wu-Tang Killa Bee in here(What's up? Kill nigga with the ice cube)(What it feel like?) Yea, yea, yea (If I said, betta dust him)I swear for real, that story's over son(Come murda with a straw) What? (Indian) Come on[Shyheim]Fresh off American Airlines, first class-engerYou behind the curtain like the 57th passengerWhy you wackin up? FaggotStandin in the front and can't back it upMe I'm spectacular, rock a Avi' and a duragand mack a fur, shorty with the phat assI'm splashin her, her man thinks he a thug cuz he in AtticaShe deep throated my piss without me asking herSuck the blood out my dick like DraculaI cause a massacre[Chrous: Lil' Vicious]Don't miss the Grym ReaperBlood'll run outta dem face and drip 'pon dem sneakasSick me knife ina dem chest, I still a ram it deepaAbsolute, foreva creepin through ya windowSo me sing, melicious, sound bad like a Freddie CrugerAttack some *****hole wit me German LugerSee me neva say somethin bout wha, attack dem youths outNeva know me idolize Castro from Cuba[Lil' Vicious]Bounty hunter wit gun 'pon me shoulderDisrespect de Killa song, and get told, uhShyheim, dem neva know murder-aHave me gun, hafta ta shot dem, gunshot, move back dem[Shyheim]What's the verdict? Guilty, how many times I've heard itShyheim should be locked down and murderedI'm too dirty for detergent, so ***** TideI bring the drama, ask your honor, my rap sheet rhymesQueen, posession of a number, stabbin niggaz knivesObservation, direction sales, 20 dimesB.I., take care of mines, and never wear slacksWord to Big L and Sacks, y'all youngings'll get clappedBy this Big Pun, madguns from the back of a Ac'***** the movies they at, on the screen I reactParlay, where the trees at? Burn somethinKeep it dirty urine, pigeons say I'm fly, I reply"Who you tellin?", got so much game need my own cartridgeand an office, take 'em through a journey through my mental forestRegardless, stay bombardedTo American Express, ghetto game, I charge it[Chorus][Lil' Vicious]Keep it on dual lock, gangsta dem 'pon me gunBe the police, gangsta, pack machine gunShot up, informer, put in mind daddy grownGangsta and dem guns spar it outWhere dem man? Don't be shot me, dem can't say gangstaGangsta, don't bet, no baby soldierSo ya betta watch it and hear what me sayGot Shyheim killin people in a week or day cuz[Chorus][Outro: Shyheim]What the *****, nigga?
