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[Intro: Shyheim]
"In Trouble" Yeah, yeah, word, what? "In Trouble" That's my word, Allah "In Trouble" Get me out of this one, please! "In Trouble" I'll never do it again, for real "In Trouble" Word, somebody help me, it's real "In Trouble" Please make everything be ok "In Trouble" I'm in a well, I can't get out "In Trouble" I'm trapped, for real "When you're down.. in trouble" I'm tellin' you "In Trouble" Nobody gon' be there for you "And you need some love and care" Come on, I need you son I'm tellin' you, you better listen to me I'm your son and I love you That's my word Listen son, listen Yo yo yo yo For real, yo, yo, yo For real, yo, yo, yo I'ma keep it real, yo, yo, yo I'ma keep it real [Shyheim] Three-to-six facin', new indictment Plus violation of probation, I had to do the boogie oogie Absent from court like class, I had to play hookey The pressure was on, tippy tippy, I'm on my toes Fuck risin' to the occasion, the temperature been rose Set it off like intros, blast you and your kin folks A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor We cake up like make up, and in New York Fuck the daily news, Shyheim, I made the paper Want a anchor and a lock, drop-top, three-and-a-quarter My mother in Hell said, "People in Hell want ice water" It'll be a manslaughter, private-eye, that's an order I know where them cowards be standin', on the corner Is it 'caine or money order? One love cousin I thought it was when it wasn't, the dust had me Buggin' [Break: Shyheim] Pssh.. word up son "When you're down, In Trouble" When you down, they scatter like roaches "And you need some love and care" They be scared to death to pull them burners out them Holsters Yo, word to my mother, I think they eat holsters For real, son But y'all I'ma bring it like, yo.. [Shyheim] Yo, yo, yo How the fuck y'all was thinkin'? Shyheim/Abe Lincoln So what you ain't hear me on the Clan album, featurin' At best I'm kept secretive like Mase and trees Wanna hold me in captive in Babylon like Julias Maccabees That's blasphemy, Shaolin'll blast for me I eat niggas like plates, from Applebee's Wu-Tang Killa Bees, we cause casualties Collect annual fees, from y'all pussy-ass niggas Who album should've come with a piece of gum and a tattoo sticker A lot of my niggas, they've returned to the Earth And in front of their hurse, I kick the same verse Cuz everythin' the pastor said was fake and it hurt [Break: Shyheim] "In Trouble" That's my word Niggas don't be there for real "And you need some love and care" Word bond, all you get is a five-- five minute Conversation Word, they like, "Yo, remember him?" "In Trouble" For real, "Remember them?" Word up, son, man "And you need some love and care" God won't even give no flowers on your tombstone I'm tellin' you, knowin' who is your homies Niggas'll be stingy that you hang with Uh, uh, uh.. [Shyheim] When I was ten years old, I realized that with an O I could flip that and bring back a brick in coke Never took a short, never took a snort Caught a warrant in New York for not appearin' in court But I'll stilll survive, some of my closest homies died Murdered in homicides, I just couldn't let it slide Fuck money, jury and bein' a rap star I hoped out shootin', soon as my bitch stopped the car Plus Shyheim with the scar did it That's what everyone said on my trial menace They thought I was finished, but then I got acquitted And pied niggas in their eye for the fuckin' spinach Not for Olive Oyl [Outro: Shyheim] Yea, word, for real This goes out to all my (spoiled) real peoples "In Trouble" Graduated, on the real, from the School of Hard Knocks One thug to the last slug "In Trouble" To all my niggas, bein' out for the law People that come and diss you, official Outlawz Forms of snakes and all that "In Trouble" And all my niggas, man, suck a dick 'til you hiccup Dugly, keepin' it bloody "And you need some love and care" Keepin' it real, Shyheim To my whole family, Shy feel yo "In Trouble" We down, but we hold up, son I'm tellin' y'all "And you need some love and care" For real, it's on, nigga Yea, twenty-seven, we roll up the punches "In Trouble" Wu-Tang, we punch, mothafucka Shaolin, Staten Island "And you need some love and care" "When you're down, In Trouble" "And you need some love and care" "When you're down, In Trouble" "And you need some love and care" |
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Verse One: Too Poetic/Grym reaper
Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo... Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists be poundin on your head like jackhammers You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out with just a few scars when the beating ends The streets (sniff) let ya breathe again But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this My sword hits the human orb until it orbits In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer Grym will mentally chop your career See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Rzarector Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible Water-walker, immune to all physical torture Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic The imperial - material's venerial MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus Cause war like the grandson of Kush I'm hangin devil's heads on a evergreen bush Sugar-frosted sorceresses bitches get exhausted Pussy lips be drippin, like leaky faucets Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece You get stampeded by the wildabeast A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me Potentially, I have the key to make G's MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the fruit with the trees Killa bees spread rapid like diseases See it's, like the second comin of Jesus, of Nazareth be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope Niggaz realize they just can't cope The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc Verse Three: Frukwan/Gatekeeper I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish My science is divided deep into your central nervous Pervert area codes peep this murder I'm boxed-in, suckin hologram tits, inhalin oxygen Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm Physical existence is descendants of Allah I travel at high rates, Weaker men are primates That either migrate or get burnt to the stake I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetimene My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco Flush em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah with traction, flashin a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus Turmoil boilin appointed, niggaz rubbin off my style like a ointment Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara Rahh! Bearer, Digestin minerals in abundance Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons |
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