- Shyheim Here I Am 歌詞
- Shyheim
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You never, never sing
Say, yeah! Come on ya!(x4)
Here I am, here I am (Where you at?)
I be the ruff cat with a back and the knapsack
Taking all the shorties out with my wicked flow
Wu Tang on the go, never slow, time to blow
Up, so wuzz up? You better duck or get buck
Live cool shortie who dont give a flying fuck
So whats up sonie? Now let me through the Kay
The little rascal with a fade and rugged boxs braise
So a born terror, a.k.a a rugged child
Niggas on my tip so hard I need a lifestyle
But I get silky, go for you like milk gee
Brothers sun on wack on waxs like Milli Vanilli
Uhh! You know! Ive got the style with the flavor
When I stick you up you need more then life savers
If I rob a bank cant forget to be swip
And if he runs his lip , that ass will be his
Say, yeah! Come on ya(x4)
Im the jam, I slam
Cause I am the man, hut damn!
I swing more beats than tarzan
Im a rascal, bad little bastard
Brothers try to gas it but yo Im not having it
Chump try to play me by they trees a company
Whats up money grip
Whats your problem, why your bumpin me
What you want beef?
Yo she dearload the tec-nine
Get the bag full of shells cause Ima get moms boy
Im a joker and aint just a little tree
Cause I row deep with rascal and G P
Kidnapped your girl, dont worry I wont hurt her
But then you try to save her
with the old black super sworda'
You got srayed your girl got the pinnie-ray
Then she got slayed in an old owl sex compays
So who are you to try to play lice smooth?
You aint cool. Thats why we set it of in no
Now what you gonna do?
Its a Wu thang. You wouldnt understand
Its a Wu-tang thang. My man! Its a Wu thang
You wouldnt understand . Its a Wu-tang thang
My man. Plus it,
Im slick thats why you swat my deals nigga
Well heres a little trick when I flip the bit
Ahh shit!
I hip with the hop thats why I rock nonstop
You say five is lot, but I roll a drip drop
Like E Solo, Id be the spell bound, let a man down
Here I am, here I am, here I am
L double E, you cant F U C K with Emmy
So get through your fucking head gee
(Right now it is in the house) Plus my styles
Shes is back and fourth from New York
Back the town stuff
Let it rain in the park as I start the spark
Theyre kickin the fly rhymes
And have you blowin in the dark
Yo, punk ass
Say, yeah! Come on ya!(x4)
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