Easy Street
Shyheim Lyrics

This is Bottom Up (Moe Bee got beats)
The song is about to start and Moe Bee is the producer

I put a fifty in your mouth, out your ass for change
I am so powerful that I can make you swallow money and defecate it later

All you buckin' rap niggas, don't make me pull why'all strings
Other rappers should not mess with me or I might use my influence to harm them

I write songs for gangstas, on the chain and can sing
My music speaks to those who are in prison or have a criminal lifestyle

A hundred rounds til the ding, I'ma die in the ring
I am committed to fighting until death if necessary, just like a boxer

Cause I'm a fighter, flick up your lighters
I am a fighter and I want to see people show their support with lighters

I got a bigger website than spiders, run with two five to lifers
My digital presence is vast and I associate with criminals who have long prison sentences

That buck at biker's, get bucked on Riker's
People who shoot at bikers can expect retaliation from those who are incarcerated at Riker's Island

I was shorty with the shitty diaper, sugar water made me hyper
I grew up in poverty and had to drink sugar water, which gave me energy as a child

Peter Piper picked peppers, but Shy fucked hoes
I am not interested in doing something as mundane as picking peppers, I would rather have sex with multiple women

Put my gun in your face, like "whoa"
I am not afraid to use a gun to intimidate my enemies

Me and Black Rob, rob black, with the Tahoe
Black Rob and I drive a Tahoe and rob people who are black

Cause he was gassed like Arco, beatin' him up PLO Style
Black Rob was arrogant like a gas station attendant and we physically assaulted him with a Palestinian Liberation Organization style

I don't want to grow up, I'm a leaky leak kid
I do not want to mature, I am like a child who wets the bed

Got so many bags of dust, that I could play with
I have a large quantity of cocaine that I consider to be a toy

The Bobby, separate's my mind from my body
I use heroin (the Bobby) to dissociate from reality

Stuck countin' my dirty money in project lobbies
I am in the projects counting money earned through illegal means

Pockets full of drugs, tommy in my Tommy
I carry drugs in my pockets and have a gun (Tommy) in my Tommy Hilfiger brand clothing

Movin' like a zombie, off that bah bah bah shit
I walk around like a zombie because I am under the influence of a drug called bah bah bah

Welcome to Disney Land, I'm your host, Mickey
This lifestyle I lead is like a fictional amusement park and I am the organizer (Mickey Mouse)

You down with PCP, you know me
If you use the drug PCP, then you know who I am

Yo, niggas call me a lot of shit, but they can't call me broke
People have many names for me, but none of them include being poor

I ain't pushin' trees, I'm pushin' E's of coke
I do not sell marijuana, only ecstasy pills made with cocaine

With a cannon in my coat, hardly laugh, ain't a joke
I carry a gun (cannon) and do not joke around because it is a serious matter

Any foul confrontation, a nigga gon' get smoked
If someone disrespects me, I will kill them

Might hit you with a gemstar razor, or a red dart laser
I am capable of attacking with a type of razor or laser

Take a piece of meat off you, when I blaze you
I will shoot and wound you, taking a piece of your flesh in the process

Like Albert Anastasia, I'm a mobster, I'm major
I am like the famous mobster Albert Anastasia, well-known and of high importance

I'm loyal to my blood, not a fagot ass traitor
I am loyal to my family members and do not associate with people who betray others

Big brother hustle great, I got to hustle greater
My older brother is skilled in hustling, but I need to do even better than him

My operation's so smooth, they call me ice skater
I run my criminal activities smoothly and am known for it, like a skilled ice skater

With a mack ten, or eleven, cocked, the weather man
I carry a gun (Mack Ten or Eleven) and am like the weather man because I cause destruction

For super niggas, want to end up like Superman
I will kill whoever tries to be a hero or a savior, like Superman

I'm from the Island that's hotter than the Caribbean's
I am from a location that is hotter than the Caribbean islands

And that's how we Columbia necktie, law abiding citizens
We strangle people with a method called the Columbia necktie, but pretend to be law-abiding citizens

Nine M&M's in the denim, is the minimum
I carry at least nine (9) bags of drugs (M&M's) concealed in my jeans

Crack rocks bigger than M&M's, whiter than Eminem
My crack rocks are large and have a white color similar to rapper Eminem

Thousands, I quintuple them, like the Olympics signs
I multiply the amount of drugs I have and create a visual similar to the Olympic rings

Red dot, yellow dot, green dot, all dimes
I have different qualities of drugs (red, yellow, green) that are all top-quality (dimes)

Black top, blue top, those go two for five
I sell different levels (black, blue) of drugs that are sold in groups of two for five dollars (2/$5)

Get your money where you get it, don't scrutinize mines
Earn your own money your own way and do not question how I earn mine

Bitch, fuck you and them rhymes
I do not care about someone criticizing my lyrics

I'm on the grind, to get rich or die trying
I have a relentless pursuit of wealth, even if it means risking my life

I done pushed enough time around niggas line
I have spent enough time waiting in line with other people

That get their bricks in New York, bad bitch in New York
People who buy illegal drugs in New York also have girlfriends who are attractive

Big chain, icy frost, roll some Porsche in New York
I have a large and expensive necklace, drive a Porsche, and live in New York

I get energized from the vocals, though
I feel motivated by listening to music

You feel what I though, Troop, you feel what I'm sayin'
You understand my message, Troop, right?

Cause when it come in like that
This is how the beat and lyrics sound

I feel what you sayin', now feel what I'm sayin'
I understand your message, now listen to mine

Let's go, La the Darkman, play the wind
Let's begin, my name is La the Darkman, and I am ready to start making music

Recently, I shot a nigga, that I called a friend
I recently killed someone who I used to be friends with

He was foe, tried to steal some of my blow
This person was not really my friend, he tried to steal my drugs

Oh well, snakes in the grass, I chopped the head off they ass
Some people are untrustworthy, so I dealt with them harshly

Need an instant replay, I make it happen so fast
If someone questions or doubts how I handle things, I am quick to repeat it or react again

Til then, I'm gettin' all this money, fuckin' all these bunnies
For now, I am making money and having sex with many women

Laugh a little bit, but ain't a damn thing funny
I might appear to be having fun, but the situation is serious

You dig? I got kids, and brothers to feed
Do you understand? I have dependents (kids and brothers) who rely on me for support

Not to mention, my life, my bitches and what I need
I also have my own needs and interests, including women

Three story condo, car and truck combo
I own a large three-story residence, as well as both a car and a truck

Bang hammers on niggaz, like Africans on Congo's
I use guns (hammers) to kill people, similar to how African countries like Congo are involved in conflicts and wars

That's how my song goes, drugs, money and murder
This is the general theme of my music: illegal drugs, wealth, and violence

Check to see if you can handle it, before you take it further, it's La
Make sure you are prepared to handle my lifestyle before you decide to join it, I am La

We be on easy street, ridin' through the red lights
I am living an easy, luxurious life, driving through intersections without stopping at red lights

You motherfuckin' alright, we down to kill to O.T
Are you ready to do whatever it takes to make money? We are willing to do illegal activities to make profits

Nigga tonight, without thinkin' twice
We are willing to commit crimes tonight without hesitation

Through the red lights
Not stopping at red traffic lights

Through the red lights (through the red lights)
Continuing to drive through red traffic lights, repeating it for emphasis