Pass It Off (Underground Remix Clean)

歌詞

(feat. Big Daddy Kane, G.P. Wu) [Intro: Shyheim] Yo, y'all crazy, son Big up June Lova, word up How you feel Killa 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 [Shyheim] You better look out kid cuz I'm the Wu-Tang's smallest artist When I come thru niggas 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 bitch, cold drop a dime I cut that ass short like a tree of alpine But I'm not lumberjack, black and a matter of fact I flip that ass 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 ass raw like a proud faggot 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 mothafucka [Down Low Recka] Now it's the Down Low comin thru with the roughness Technique, niggas 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 bitch chooser Marijuana user, Valentine Hell enducer Be too slick and sly for the guy with the best try Nigga fake a move, ya gotta die I got the loaded clip and I'm about to show ya how We murder niggas slang with the slang from the Shaolin Isle Now... [Chorus:] [All] Pass it off I wanna flip! [Shy] They got me vexed son [All] Pass it off I wanna flip! [DLR] I got 'em runnin for protection [All] Pass it off I wanna flip! [Rub] Eh yo, it's burnin hot [All] Pass it off I wanna flip! [Pop] About to wet up the whole block [Big Daddy Kane] There's a new sheriff in town to get down A hip-hop father figure in rap nah fuck around Executin homocidal 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" [Pop Da Brown Hornet] 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 butt 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 ass 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 shit, your wisdom treats me like a king So please mothafucka with that premium choice shit 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 [Chorus] [Rubbabandz] Murder, all I see is gats in my mind Cock back ready for combat, pass 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 shit that clown just took the bait And lost more blood then Nobra lost weight Prepare for gladiation, I'ma send the nation It doesn't matter if you're Japanese or Jamaican [Shyheim] Yea, yea, yea, that was superior Yea, yea, let's get up outta here Word life, peace