Shyheim

Shyheim - Trust It's On lyrics

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(feat. Infamous Bluesteele)



[Intro: Shyheim]

27, yeah yeah

Shyheim, 27

Microphone check

27, 27

Wu-Tang Killa Bee

Shyheim, 27



[Shyheim]

Made my click vanish

Ya'll be co-respeonding

With my niggas in critique attings

I run when the jiggy come, I'm on probation

Can't get caught with another gun, serious buissnes

That's why I never be in one spot for more than 5 minutes!

I'm menace like O-Dog, oh Lord

You will be a body and your man will be a witness

Do it for dolo, shot knees no existance!

If I want my niggas then we co-defendant

One love, one thug till the last love

Made up mad slang when my phone was bugged

You bite so much of mine or high-speak dub

Copy my shit, I'll fuck you up in the club

You can get your doors, glock a 44

Do you think they stop making guns when they made yours?

27, we get money and break laws, gettin' you sick

We be all up in your porsche



[Chorus: Infamous Bluesteele]

Yo, we shoulda blow

Let your guns spark, It's on!

When you see my fam commin' with the rush, It's on!

When we crush, It's On!

When we flush, It's on!

Leave my fam, get the erv, you hit that dust

It's on! We shoulda blew

When you trust, it's on!



[Shyheim]

I'm like Ice Cube, to my shoes I bring it Mack 10

With the death long vest on, more points than an african

You can trust it's on, thats my word is bond

I put that on twin, niggas is broke

They don't bail out, they blood in

Then they blood out when I bring the dog out

Make them call for a loung-out on the concrete

I rock a fellon like Bleek, niggas know me

I think your CD is weak, if the shit ain't in my Jeep

Straight cheese, skinny nigga but I walk like I'm ??

Death to my enemy's...



[Chorus]



[Infamous Bluesteele]

When I'll be yellin "blaze dem"!

If you got the razor, chase e'm

If you got the 44 then lift e'm up

Raise e'm, jus't don't come

Bunny back to me, son I grace e'm

Raise e'm, son you better murder the man

We need his body in this soil

So we further the land

You heard of the plan?

Then you know how we rock you

Never grace a nigga, niggas heartpiece stop

And his heart leave not, likely a rush

To leave a nigga leakin' this, slightly touch

I think Mike need the bus cos presically he bust

And he could turn a hardrock, I see the slot

And the mic be the trust, that I gamed before

If Kani got him 'sessed, son it's basically law

Shy says fuck the roof and I'm raising the floor

And my ? don't shit, that's why you praising the lord

(Praising the lord) What?!

(Nigga) (Straight Up)
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Language: English

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