shyheim - pass it off lyrics
[intro:]
yeah!!
[chorus:]
p-ss it off i wanna flip (i got the loaded clip)
p-ss it off and move back (i’m reachin in my napsack)
p-ss it off i wanna flip (let me show you how)
p-ss it off then buck for staten isle
[rubbabandz]
my style is mad funky, gots to show the funk
don’t need a girl who be traps like a ho
which means i’m baggin b-tches, my rhymes is gettin fatter
i dropped a lyrical bomb, y’all seem to scatter
you talk and chit chatter, it really don’t matter
i’m too cold to hold and badder than the mad hatter
i’m a basketcase like the man with the chainsaw
underground sounds that i rip from the core
the superfly, funktastic, never took a loss
cause i chose to burn compet-tion like a torch
got a short fuse, when i’m lit i’m outta touch
i take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud
missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol
you beat me in a battle? ha ha, now that’s a riddle
i like to keep my style pumpin on the regular
i’m the man, takin calls like i’m on a cellular
i pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage
on one hand i’m rough and on the other hand i’m rugged
[chorus]
[k-tez]
p-ss it off to the right so i can flip kid
shorty wildstyle, not for that old ill sh-t
wu-tang slang i’m puttin in your brain
you don’t want it, they don’t want it, n-gg-z don’t want it
don’t flex boy because my sh-t is real
i’m sendin chills through your body like my man evander holyfield (oooh)
everyday is get rough out in my town
that’s staple-town
every other day a body’s found, yo
got mad stacks, don’t even move kid i’m strapped
tez got mad stacks inside his napsack
here’s a warning, i gets my meth and my forty and gets lifted
and fly in the sky like mike jordan
[down low recka]
now here we go, i’m back for mo’ check the flow
up from the down low as i wreck the show
cause n-gg-z is borin, ohh you got me yawnin
you come and go easy like a sunday mornin
p-ss the method, i wanna get blunted
that’s how i knew wu-tang slang was what you wanted
so i brung it, p-ss the mic, watch me tongue it
now you done it
tried to flip then you fronted
[chorus]
[shyheim]
well i’m a bad little b-st-rd how can you ask it
many tried to flip and stick but got blasted
and dropkicked by a n-gg- that’s mad sick and wicked
got more skins than a click kid
a rebel that switch his level just like a devil
for those who rock heavy metal i bash you with a shovel
cause me and my boys make noise up and down the block
i rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spot
cause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground
with a fat sound that funk like james brown
i hope you listen cause i wasn’t babblin no mission
a blank eye then run outta ammunition
on your -ss real fast, no second thoughts you get blasted
so heed the words from the bad little b-st-rd
[chorus x2]
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