[Intro: Shyheim]
{In Trouble x8}
Yeah, yeah, word, what?
That's my word, Allah
Get me out of this one (please!)
I'll never do it again (for real)
Word, somebody help me (I swear, Allah)
Please make everything be okay
I'm in a well, I can't get out
I'm trapped, for real
{When you're down.. in trouble}
I'm tellin' you
Nobody gon' be there for you
{And you need some love and care}
Come on, You gonna be all alone, son!
I'm tellin' you, you better listen to me
(I'm your son, Allah!)
That's my word
Listen son, listen
Yo yo yo yo
For real, yo, yo, yo
For real, yo, yo, yo
I'ma keep it real, yo, yo, yo
I'ma keep it real
[Shyheim]
Three-to-six facin', new indictment
Plus violation of probation, I had to do the boogie oogie
Absent from court, like cla**, I played hookey
The pressure's on, tippy tippy, I'm on my toes
f** risin' to the occasion, the temperature been rose
Set it off like intros, blast you and your kin folks
A trouble maker, b**h taker, a Scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
f** the daily news, Shyheim, I made the paper
Want a anchor and a yacht, drop-top, three-and-a-quarter
My mother said, "People in Hell want ice water"
It'll be a manslaughter, private-eye, that's an order
I know where them cowards be standin', on the corner
Send Cain a money order, one love cousin
I thought it was when it wasn't, the dust had me
Buggin'
[Break: Shyheim]
Pssh.. word up son
When you down, they scatter like roaches
They be scared to d**h to pull them burners out them
Holsters
Yo, word to my mother, I think they eat Hostess!
For real, son
But y'all I'ma bring it like, yo..
[Shyheim]
Yo, yo, yo
How the f** y'all was thinkin'? Shyheim/Abe Lincoln
So what you ain't hear me on the Clan album, featurin'
It's best I'm kept secretive like Masonry
Wanna hold me in captive in Babylon like Julias Maccabees
That's blasphemy, Shaolin'll blast for me
I eat n***as like plates, from Applebee's
Wu-Tang k**a Bees, we cause casualties
Collect annual fees, from y'all p**y-a** n***as
Who album should've come with a piece of gum and a tattoo sticker
A lot of my n***as, they've returned to the Earth
And in front of their hearse, I kick the same verse
Cuz everythin' the pastor said was fake and it hurt
[Break: Shyheim]
That's my word
n***as don't be there (for real)
(Word bond) all you get is a five-- five minute
Conversation
Word, they like, "Yo, remember him?"
For real, "Remember them?"
Word up, son, man
Probably won't even get no flowers on your tombstone
I'm tellin' you, knowin' who is your homies
n***as'll be stingy that you hang with
Uh, uh, uh..
[Shyheim]
When I was ten years old, I realized that with an O
I could flip that and bring back a brick in coke
Never took a short, never took a snort
Caught a warrant in New York for not appearin' in court
But I'll still survive, some of my closest homies died
Murdered in homicides, I just couldn't let it slide
f** money, j**elry and bein' a rap star
I hoped out shootin', soon as my b**h stopped the car
Shyheim with the scar did it
That's what everybody said on my trial minutes
They thought I was finished, but then I got acquitted
And popped n***as in their eye for the f**in' spinach
Not for Olive Oyl
[Outro: Shyheim]
Yea, word, for real
(Never Spoiled) To all my real peoples...
Graduated, on the real, from the School of Hard Knocks (One Love)
(One thug to the last slug)
To all my n***as, bein' out for the law
(People that come and diss you) official Outlawz
(Forms of snakes and all that)
And all my n***as (s** a dick 'til you hiccup)
Keepin it Gully, keepin' it bloody
Keepin' it real, Shyheim
To my whole family, Shy feel you
We down, but we on the rise, son!
I'm tellin' y'all
For real (it's on, n***a)
Yea, twenty-seven (roll wit the punches...)
Wu-Tang (or get punched, mothaf**a!)
Shaolin, Staten Island