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Yeah yeah!!
Where my Shaolin peoples at?
Stapleton, the craziest, y'all know what time it
is
Wild wild West
Now born, Killa Hill, poor to the rich man
Jungle Nilz, let's get money y'all
Verse One:
It be the Scotch and Henessee that make me act
like this
I'm wild hit em up project style never plead the
fifth
Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be
at court
Fightin and slicin each other to see who lies at
my fort
Who woulda thought, little Shy Big Willie
Ninety-six we rollin dutches, nine-tray it was
Phillies
First of the month be like Christmas to dealers
Hundred dollar seals come through the school zone
area
Children at play keep the heat on the low
Little kids gettin hit, projects flooded with po'
Now shorty's rockin, Versace and Donna Karan
Playin the Miss Mob Queen role knowin hon the
cousin Sharon
I live the glamarous life, girl
And go from limos to Dom Perignon, rich hotels
Chorus: repeat 4X
Wild, the Shaolin Style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin me --
Method Man
Verse Two: Squig
Facing two-five to life incarcerated activated
Stressed behind a cell with no way to escape it
Holdin on, true to ock steel tryin to appeal
Be landed without a bail so let the commisary
reveal
I feel it's time, for me to let this sparkle in
wine
Wet my throat rockin the trenchcoat, flashin to
get mine
Not hesitant, cuz the Henny keeps me bent
Just tryin to make a cent, diggin pockets down to
the lint
Regardless of all the charges the D's want me for
Warrant after warrant, so I avoid the law
Stapleton on the rise, twenty-seven wearin lives
From day one until they none don't take it as no
suprise
Chorus
Verse Three: Shyheim
I'm havin suicidal thoughts cause I'm screwed up
in the game
But today's thang, is to hold it down and
maintain
I got thirty days until I get remanded for this
gun charge
Still I'm livin large, joint hard up in the mode
and
long sexin, fishin for pre-model
I'm young black rich and dangerous, livin like I
won the lotto
So nuff of wine sex and dutches
Them kids know who us is
GP rule, hundred-twenty-seven hustlers
Runnin from D's when they try to bust us
Fly crims and gats, mainly black cops, them
faggots love us
And my district attorneys wanna send me to jail
I told em, People wanna kill me, that's why I had
the nine milli
I'm bustin dead and not to injure
Remember what I quote
Before you, enter my center
Chorus
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