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What Makes The World Go Round Lyrics - Singles - Shyheim

[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 y'all 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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Copyright: Spirit Music Group