Shyheim

Shyheim - What Makes The World Go Round songtekst

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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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Publisher: Noo Trybe Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Lost Generation (1996)

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