Shyheim - Ya'll Botti Boyz lyrics

[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, roll that sh** up, man Make that sh** fat, man, yeah [Dom Pachino] Why-y-y, f**ing with a n***a like P Ya'll n***a must wanna die-ie-ie Come and try-y-y, and get your sh** f**ed up I'll have your mama just cry-y-y I'm so fly-y-y, ya'll n***as go with a slice well I'mma need the whole pie-ie-ie Let me tell you why-y-y, boom bye bye Throw your a** in hot oil, watch the botti boy fry I was raised in the soil, made my way out the coils You can say I was spoiled, cuz I was raised in the rotten apple I had to tackle, made from the best stuff on Earth like a Snapple And I pop alot in every popping spot, plus I love to shop alot I did some sh**, but I never seen Camelot But I performed at every jamming spot Whether I was getting paid or not But I was getting laid alot Ya'll botti boyz must of forgot what you dealing with I'mma remind ya'll b**h a** n***as quick You dealing with some real live live players You dealing with some real mack mack sprayers [Shyheim] Dred simmer likkle youth, do you smoke ganja? If so, blaze up, lick a spliff with me Me said cool, him say 'where's the light?' I said I'm the light, it's a fire you seak Some days I wake up, and I feel like quitting Other days I fall asleep, and I'm glad I didn't Thank God for the strength and the blessing he's given me Me do sh**, sales on me broke easy like celery It's hard being a father, gotta plan for your future Think about my little girl before I pull out to shoot ya Before I post up and sell d**, before I rob a person Stop and ask myself, is a life of crime my purpose Since you've been gone, John, I've been going hard God Taking them extra steps, you know what the odds are I did a show in ATL and I smashed it They was wilding and shouting all the words to my cla**ics The bad little ba*tard, freestyle from my dome Dom P, tellin' me to bring the Staten Island sh**, home So I'mma do that, n***a, never say who that n***a It's a crip, muthaf**a, and I'm blew that n***a And I wear a lotta blue, that n***a And I get in a blue range, cuz I'm true to that n***a You can flip, you can front, like you want it with Shy But you know me, I've been doing sh** since I was yah-yah Yah-yah, age, since goo-goo gah-gah days Since RZA and the Meth, blowing through your set n***a don't want it, straight up and down, you know me f** it, I'm f**ing with you, cuz you my homey, Dom P