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shyheim - re-up كلمات الأغنية

feat. prodical, two on da road

«intro–prodical»
yo son i know what time it is
yo tell em, 12, huh? (yo hold the f-ck up)
yo shyheim
yo tell me it’s on (i’ma punch n-ggas in the face)
hold that, hold that down son (i got this, i got this)
word up, we got this (f-ck that n-gga, man)
+sh-t iz real+, all you rats on both coasts
brooklyn, shaolin
the block is hot, straight up (p-ssy n-gga!)
(read the rims)

«prodical»
’87, drug, never change their game
we regin terror, projects slang to ring up in the beakle’s leather
plaque for the cheddar, shots out the face of the beretta
through the corner store that lady and kid, they caught it raw
smokin’ leaf poor, make me wanna crack that n-gga’s jaw
eatin’ with the poor, tryin’ to live life for what it’s for
twelve years later, caught me on tour two on da road
two on the track, two with the plaques, two with the gats
iced out cats, better think twice before you rap
up in your b-tch back, only a snitch get that
f-ck the chit-chat, cl!ck-cl!ck-clack, through your adam’s app’
brook-nam grace and charm, remain calm
in these big streets we struggle just to make ends meet
pigs with heat, livin’ out the devil’s deceit
see i’m a rebel plus my level’s complete
b-tches say i’m sort of unique
you can catch me as a playboy sheets
solid steel meet, i keep it real with the ‘nique

«shyheim»
f-ck a fair fight, come out my corner with a knife
y’all big elephant n-ggas beware of us little mice
you know that we like that cheddar, to make our life better
every colour, low sweater, drop-top benz
with the amg letters, floatin’ like feathers
does it get any better? (uh-uh, uh-uh) never, no
cuz i write the rhymes, the rhymes i write be bumpin’
rhyme architects that be brutal on production
my brick house, you can’t blow me down
my thug drug music, smoked out ya town
radio shyheim, you can’t choke me out
cuz where the f-ck i’m from, we moke popo out

«chorus–12 o’clock»
sh-t is crazy real in the field
watch n-gga blood get spilled over $5 bills, n-gga
and major drug deals on the real
watch a n-gga get mils, and his b-tch get him k!lled

«12 o’clock»
yo, p let’s get this dough quick, sh-t on the wrist
platinum bracelets, see his range’s the whip
summer time, comin’ quick you got eighty-five percent
n-gga talk that sl!ck and get his brain blown to bits
throw you in pits and n-gga lock like pits
got my whole f-ckin cl!ck, n-gga, handlin’ fifths
they blastin’ and sh-t, i’m after that kid
who rock that gl-ss benz, n-gga throw it in his wig
kidnap his kid, throw his brain in the fridge
slappy and pig, n-gga, place where i live
a n-gga lookin’ jig and i run up in ya crib
who the f-ck murdered big? whoever did, do a bid
and let his daughter drop a fridge on his
move like the wind to brooklyn bridge, straight to my crib

«chorus x3

«outro–12 o’clock»
close the mothaf-ckin’ door, what?
got my n-gga r’son on this track
12 o’clock on this track
prodigal sunn on this track
got my n-gga shyheim the manchild
definitely brooklyn zu
rewind that sh-t, n-gga!

- shyheim

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