Intro: Shyheim Yo, y'all crazy, son Big up June Lova, word up How you feel k**a Kane? Comin at'ca like this, word up Yo, this goes out to my man X 2 Cent and Tone, rest in peace, baby Representin Staten Island to it's fullest Keith Murray in the house Big up Big Daddy Kane Droppin down on this track [Shyheim] You better look out kid cuz I'm the Wu-Tang's smallest artist When I come thru n***as be jettin like I'm narcotics I'm the shorty that'll bust but yet I hit the hardest When I rose up on ya squad just show me where ya heart is Just start and snitch like a b**h, cold drop a dime I cut that a** short like a tree of alpine But I'm not lumberjack, black and a matter of fact I flip that a** like two kilo's of crack packs I let off quick like a four-fifth automatic Who got Static like Spike Lee? I gotta have it And give it to ya a** raw like a proud f*ggot I keep 'em movin like I did on my first LP I stay true to The Grain of G.P Word to my motha I could never be a s**a I Die Hard too, yipee-cahier mothaf**a [Down Low Recka] Now it's the Down Low comin thru with the roughness Technique, n***as packin needles can't bust this Teflon style that I master, my art Hit the chart, wait, combine with the track from the heart I take shape and break, the best when they fake Maneuvers, are natural born when into these losers Ego bruiser, fly b**h chooser Marijuana user, Valentine Hell enducer Be too slick and sly for the guy with the best try n***a fake a move, ya gotta die I got the loaded clip and I'm about to show ya how We murder n***as slang with the slang from the Shaolin Isle Now... Chorus: [All] Pa** it off I wanna flip! [Shy] They got me vexed son [All] Pa** it off I wanna flip! [DLR] I got 'em runnin for protection [All] Pa** it off I wanna flip! [Rub] Eh yo, it's burnin hot [All] Pa** it off I wanna flip! [Pop] About to wet up the whole block [Big Daddy Kane] There's a new sheriff in town to get down A hip-hop father figure in rap nah f** around Executin h*mocidal lyrics from the throat My mob's on it for me, then Murder She Wrote Because I leave a rapper ruined for what ya think ya doin I'm the raw one they try to be pursuin Once I step up on the mic your squad's out of site Couldn't come hard if you was Jerry at a fight I don't feel fear but I bring a real scare When I'm on a rapper's like a cripple in a wheelchair Terrorize ya whole crew when I come thru But now I'm sayin "See? I shouldn't've listened to y'all" [Pop Da Brown Hornet] It's time to bust a cherry, or should I say a nut? You can run if you want to, I'll still catch you in your bu*t I'm aim is on point like a racist cop And I get down and dirty like a project mop If you're in between a crack I'll find just where you're at Expose you, beat ya a** like no one knows you I have no sympathy for no mouse emcee Once I snap you in my trap there ain't no turnin back I got you where I want you, that's under my wing You ain't sh**, your wisdom treats me like a king So please mothaf**a with that premium choice sh** By the looks of things, I think that it's best ya forfeit A true experience should be taken for a scroll I'm big time baby, ya gonna need a centerfold Chorus [Rubbabandz] Murder, all I see is gats in my mind co*k back ready for combat, pa** the nine I'm a mind blower, constructin boats like Noah So I could never drown in this rap thing I keeps it real, like Shaquille O'Neal on the court Better recognize or get played like a sport My flow's comin down, somethin terrible Down pat when I be on the train ridin R tracks Lyrics is phat, contact, the lyrical smoke got me open Infact, I think I'm ready to rock steady I leave ya white like Betty Froze you and plus you're not quick like Ever-ready Oh sh** that clown just took the bait And lost more blood then Nobra lost weight Prepare for gladiation, I'ma send the nation It doesn't matter if you're Japanese or Jamaican [Shyheim] Yea, yea, yea, that was superior Yea, yea, let's get up outta here Word life, peace