Freestyle
Shyheim Lyrics

Check it, check it, check it, check it!
This here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go
Here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggas can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud
It's gonna rain but I don't give a fuck I'm
Letting niggas know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't
Give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and
Blow your motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggas know my style, God damn it
Unless it's on the cut so give me
The mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, oh you better kneel
When you see me comin
Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch
Wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big
Like the Biscuit's in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the first part
In Menace I I Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang
Niggas can't hang, niggas can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang
Motherfuckin niggas can't hang

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
We gonna do it like this
Anytime you're ready, check it:
I got seven Mac 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shit never ends
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
That's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lambsbread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give mc's the runs, drippin'
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniffed the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin'
Smackin' babies at their Christenin'

Yeah, where the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do this shit like this
I thank the lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressin
Keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen
Here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us but my MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustas
No matter how you try, niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me striking down the block
Hitting corners mobbing like a motherfucker
Living like I wanna
And ain't no stopping at the red lights
I'm sideways
Thug life, motherfucker crime pays
Let the cops put their lights
On: chase me nigga!
Zig zaggin' through the freeway:
Race me nigga!
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw

Yo, this goes out to
Everybody from Staten Island
(Ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)
Yo, times is getting hard, word is bond
I swear to God i even got caught trying to
Steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a pause
I never had a good Christmas
So who is Santa Claus
I walk the streets at night with my head down
In this lil town you see
Clowns that wanna be down
So they get a Glock and
Lick shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can
Hear when the shells drop
An old man got shot in the parking lot
In front of my building I
Hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the
Trigger then tried to slide
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day

Wassup, Wu Tang Clan in here or what?

Now what's the bullshit niggas been saying
Don't try to act like Martin now
With that "I was just playin!"
No need to grieve for more
Now that the beef is on
Uhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap don't meant that
You're catching wreck with me
Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that
Can come next to me no, that's a tattle
Cause I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it
'lest you're gonna rob me like they did
Whittaker when he fought Chavez
Cause when it comes to
Going against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun
Ain't nothing happenin
Non-resistible, non compatible
I'm not saying I'm the best
I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible
And let's just get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga
That shit gon' sound good