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shyheim - 160.15 lyrics

[intro: shyheim]
mm… bottom up, yo!

[shyheim]
ya’ll can’t f-ck with me, or my f-ckin’ team
what the f-ck y’all mean? f-ck shyheim
like catchin’ bodies ain’t me, like armed robberies
160.15, ain’t my st–ze
i’m big d-ck hercules, i’m from wildin’ wildin’ staten island
where the little homies, murked the d’s
we bout it bout it, you can see c-murder in our eyes 4/5/6 on my dots
it was my finger that pulled the trigger, when he died
tell the creator, i said i’ll check him later
i done got it, all upstairs, that’s why my peers call me elevator
me and bonifide gangstas, roll like skaters in empire
kanye west rap n-gg-z, have ’em spittin’ through the wire
you biters, i’m gasoline, if it wasn’t for me
ya’ll wouldn’t be fire, i got the industry tied up
held for ransom, pretty b-tches tell me calm down handsome
i just give them a stupid look without answerin’

[chorus: bee-gee]
since the first time that i stepped through the door
and lettin’ y’all n-gg-z know, that i will bring the noise
move with some round n-gg-z, that’ll bang the toys
gettin’ it all and poppin’, in the streets, for sure ooww
but since y’all n-gg-z wanna hate, violate
unless you see how it is, messin’ with the great
pull my thing out, no safety on it, aimed at the target
squeeze off, let them shots rip your flesh apart, sure

[shyheim]
i’m from s.i., used to rock wu-wear
before my n-gg- rasheem got murdered, i could say i used to care
but now i don’t, f-ck around and hang myself
if you give me, a long enough rope, i’m stupid like that
ask my n-gg- homi’, i pack bigger mac’s than mcdonald’s
bang harder, than african booties, scratchers on bongo’s
and y’all don’t pop, won’t pop, i been in dope spots
when the police raided, back when my hair was braided
back in the days on halloween, we went eggin’
i used my building taggin’ manhunt, skills for slayings
what you say is not irrelevant, you gonna need some good luck
so cop two elephants, i’m h-ll of bit, in the precinct
bitin’ the skin off my fingers, to disguise my prints
and they still came back, go home, like ma, it’s a real wrap
man listen, i’m not going going, back, back, to priz-oh

[chorus x2]

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