Shyheim

Shyheim - What Makes The World Go Round lyrics

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[Trigger Tha Gambler]

There a toker, under the numb, scumb looker

Get the gatherin, big willy, me, thug rich and booker

The gun to gun, face off, street smart nigga

That I'm ready to tear your numbers right off the burners

To throw the D-8 trace off, ruckus click cause the mystery

Sellin, which, cap killin, go down in history

You dissin me, bell to releact the combat

I sit back, when niggaz throw raps

I be like, "where your are at"

[Rubbabandz]

It's a leaky-leak world and I don't give a fuck

All I wanna do is puff that purple stuff

The sun ain't never shine on my block

It's like a permanent eclipse

The only light is gun spark

Fightin on the premissis, that you want to be yours

Catch your on the stairs, your floor's eight

But, you won't make it past four

I'm sick and tired of niggaz actin high fashional

Flashin, wackin and not reactin

[Smoothe Da Hustler]

Yall niggaz, know what time it is

Leavin niggaz withour no watches

When I drop this shit about hustlin

Yall niggaz know, who rhyme it is

You gettin the head from bathroom

To book-book to rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-wax

When starts toss the headphone

The dead zone, MC's get done since

The grittiest square root

Equals a dead mother fucker in my circumference

The shell maxed, well matched, dressed in black leather

To come through buildin for buildin

Jack dead for crime cheddar

[Shyheim]

All day, I dream about guns, money, cars and bitches

Thirsty niggaz, who want my riches

I got somethin for em, in '96, you gotta be trife or die

That's how it is in the streets of S.I., in god we trust the lye

Niggaz I run with, their mentality is fuck it

And heated with a vest, gun cocked ready to buck shit

Altough they do, to makin crack and dope sales

And jiggy-jigg won't stop us from gettin the dough, for real

[Trigger] Money, clips and fat stacks make the world go round

[D.V.] What makes the world go round

[Rubba] Alcohol and marijuana makes the world go round

[D.V.] What makes the world go round

[Smoothe] Cocaine, lactose and boilin water makes the world go round

[D.V.] What makes the world go round

[Shyheim] Big guns, money and pussy makes the world go round

[D.V.] What makes the world go round, round

[Rubbabandz]

Shaolin, Stapleton born and raised

The battlegrounds is where we spend most of our days

I lick a shot for niggaz slingin cooked up rocks

To make the prophet, so all yall crap niggaz need to stop it

I see my peeps transform like Autobots

Shootin at missed, prime ass niggaz, who stop us from makin figgaz

We can't be eliminated, the world wil be contaminated

G.P. players activated

[D.V. Alias Khrist]

Shot twenty shells, twenty heads fell

Twenty bodies rapped, twenty churches rung death bells

The bitch fucker, the thug cop chucker

The glock under my belt, tucker, the wild mother fucker

My lifestyles, maxin, taxin, a pistol wipin

Girl come here, bitch slapped and carjackin

Cap carrier, contract arrangin, twenty-thousand dollar hit

Body, the scenic

[Shyheim]

Bet your life nigga on two red and one green dice

For fifty cents, nickels or get nice and pay the price

A hot rolex with ice, fit around my wrist

A gorilla in the mist, with a four fifth, kill you and your bitch

Get you open like bullet wounds, deadly like toxic fumes

Get my peoples ??? through all the ballons

Wack rappers and listeners, this for all yall

Can't follow, put my records out on virgin

Cause my styles be sellin

[Smoothe Da Hustler]

Brooklyn and Shaolin puttin the hurtin in front of the curtain

Hookin and crookin, I'm takin back uptown, back downtown like fulton

I house the best, when i be rappin, I be packin

So niggaz in clubs, fire marshalls got me on house arrest

Front, I caution it, i bless so many mics

After I die, niggaz'll cut my hand off and auction it

Nineteen seventy-seven, february eighth

This little nigga be packin big, but I ain't got faith to hustle it

[Rubba] Thugs, slugs and drugs make the world go round

[D.V.] What makes the world go round

[Trigger] Hand in pistol, pull out the gristle makes the world go round

[D.V.] What makes the world go round

[Shyheim] Murderers and carjackers make the world go round

[D.V.] What makes the world go round

[Smoothe] State to state, pushin weight make the world go round

[D.V.] What makes the world go round, tound, round, round, round

[D.V. Alias Khrist]

Brooklyn, Brownsville makes the world go round

Shaolin, Stapleton makes the world go round

G.P. Wu makes the world go round

D.R. Period makes the world go round

D.V. Alias Khrist makes the world go round

I said the ruckus makes the world go round

Mr. Trigger makes the world go round

Smoothe Da Hustler, definitely makes the world go round

Shyheim makes the world go round

Rubbabandz makes the world go round

The Nexx Level Click makes the world go round

It be the crew that makes the world go round

It be the crew, it be the crew that makes the world go round

It be the crew, it be the crew makes the world go round

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