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shyheim - pass it off (underground remix) lyrics

[intro: shyheim]
yo, y’all crazy, son
big up june lova, word up
how you feel k!lla kane?
comin at’ca like this, word up
yo, this goes out to my man x
2 cent and tone, rest in peace, baby
representin staten island to it’s fullest
keith murray in the house
big up big daddy kane
droppin down on this track

[verse 1: shyheim]
you better look out kid cuz i’m the wu-tang’s smallest artist
when i come thru n-ggas be jettin like i’m narcotics
i’m the shorty that’ll bust but yet i hit the hardest
when i rose up on ya squad just show me where ya heart is
just start and snitch like a b-tch, cold drop a dime
i cut that -ss short like a tree of alpine
but i’m not lumberjack, black and a matter of fact
i flip that -ss like two kilo’s of crack packs
i let off quick like a four-fifth automatic
who got static like spike lee? i gotta have it
and give it to ya -ss raw like a proud f-ggot
i keep ’em movin like i did on my first lp
i stay true to the grain of g.p
word to my motha i could never be a sucka
i die hard too, yipee-cahier mothaf-cka

[verse 2: down low recka]
now it’s the down low comin thru with the roughness
technique, n-ggas packin needles can’t bust this
teflon style that i master, my art
hit the chart, wait, combine with the track from the heart
i take shape and break, the best when they fake
maneuvers, are natural born when into these losers
ego bruiser, fly b-tch chooser
marijuana user, valentine h-ll enducer
be too sl!ck and sly for the guy with the best try
n-gga fake a move, ya gotta die
i got the loaded clip and i’m about to show ya how
we murder n-ggas slang with the slang from the shaolin isle
now…

[hook]
[all] p-ss it off i wanna flip!
[shy] they got me vexed son
[all] p-ss it off!
[dlr] i got ’em runnin for protection
[all] p-ss it off i wanna flip!
[rub] eh yo, it’s burnin hot
[all] p-ss it off!
[pop] about to wet up the whole block

[verse 3: big daddy kane]
there’s a new sheriff in town to get down
a hip-hop father figure in rap nah f-ck around
executin h0m-cidal lyrics from the throat
my mob’s on it for me, then murder she wrote
because i leave a rapper ruined for what ya think ya doin
i’m the raw one they try to be pursuin
once i step up on the mic your squad’s out of site
couldn’t come hard if you was jerry at a fight
i don’t feel fear but i bring a real scare
when i’m on a rapper’s like a cripple in a wheelchair
terrorize ya whole crew when i come thru
but now i’m sayin “see? i shouldn’t’ve listened to y’all”

[verse 4: pop da brown h-rnet]
it’s time to bust a cherry, or should i say a nut?
you can run if you want to, i’ll still catch you in your b-tt
i’m aim is on point like a racist cop
and i get down and dirty like a project mop
if you’re in between a crack i’ll find just where you’re at
expose you, beat ya -ss like no one knows you
i have no sympathy for no mouse emcee
once i snap you in my trap there ain’t no turnin back
i got you where i want you, that’s under my wing
you ain’t sh-t, your wisdom treats me like a king
so please mothaf-cka with that premium choice sh-t
by the looks of things, i think that it’s best ya forfeit
a true experience should be taken for a scroll
i’m big time baby, ya gonna need a centerfold

[hook]

[verse 5: rubbabandz]
murder, all i see is gats in my mind
c-ck back ready for combat, p-ss the nine
i’m a mind blower, constructin boats like noah
so i could never drown in this rap thing
i keeps it real, like shaquille o’neal on the court
better recognize or get played like a sport
my flow’s comin down, somethin terrible
down pat when i be on the train ridin r tracks
lyrics is phat, contact, the lyrical smoke got me open
infact, i think i’m ready to rock steady
i leave ya white like betty
froze you and plus you’re not quick like ever-ready
oh sh-t that clown just took the bait
and lost more blood then n0bra lost weight
prepare for gladiation, i’ma send the nation
it doesn’t matter if you’re j-panese or jamaican

[outro: shyheim]
yea, yea, yea, that was superior
yea, yea, let’s get up outta here
word life, peace

- shyheim lyrics

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