Young Godz Lyrics - Singles - Shyheim

Intro: RZA, Raekwon 

Yo *echoes* 

Older cats *echoes* 

Yo *echoes* 

Whassup Rae? What's going on Son? 

Whattup dude? 

Yeah, I ain't see y'all cats in a long time 

Check it, yo 

Y'all better be on that shit too 

Older cats max with young godz who got the guns 

KnowhatI'msayin son? 

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 

Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up 

Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums 

KnowhatI'msayin son? 

Yo son 

Of the young Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done 

You the first man, you go first son 

Verse One: Shyheim 

I'm mobb deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be 

on some thug shit, runnin wild through New York City 

Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun 

Stapleton is where I'm from 

And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up) 

'cause the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career 

I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta 

Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner 

And squeeze, if I get front on my nine millimi 

will have my enemies, behind trees 

Niggaz that think they live 'cause they puff a little lye 

Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't think they'll kill us 

Chorus: RZA, with Rae 

Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns 

You right about that kid 

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 

Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know 

Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums 

The beat is sounding like Star Trek 

Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue 

So yo, youknowhatI'msayin Son? 

Verse Two: Madman 

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon 

I meditate then swing with the force of mountains 

Brain cells is able to be bi-debatable 

When I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer 

A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer 

causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like Manchus 

who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels 

I live by name and cut veins 

Burning bodies into flames 

Between my anger, I lock down every chamber 

Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger 

Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic 

Build off of rhymin calisthetics 

I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler done Germans 

and become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera 

They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time) 

By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness 

as I hang with Jehovah's Witnesses 

Chorus: RZA 

Older cats max with young godz that got the guns 

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 

Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums 

From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue 

Verse Three: Rubbabandz 

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do 

Last year, you ran for the border with your crew 

I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme 

Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine 

When I dine, the automatic weapon 

Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite direction 

My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns 

My proposition, meaning you go round for round 

Straight up and down, I broke the sound barrier 

Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite 

The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks 

Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back 

Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in here 

The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair 

Chorus: Raekwon, RZA 

Older... 

Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down 

Yeah, and yo 

Now yo, youknowhatI'msayin? 

I wanna tell y'all 

Y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp 

Aiyyo Rae, you got Killa Sin 

YouknowhatI'msayin? 

Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child 

So just take your time and handle life as it comes 

Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through 

Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do 

Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever 

Verse Four: Killa Sin 

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the peace 

Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach 

in the summer, number one gunner run for cover 

Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves 

I cock back, action packed raps and gats 

niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks 

Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked 

for actin snotty Hobbes catch karate chops 

'cause Wu-Tang live, forever and a day 

you better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray 

We never play with commercialism 

The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism 

My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known 

I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones 

My crew's sicker than that AIDS shit 

While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift 

My right hand man, myself and the Clan 

Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand 

And to my Physical one love power crazy real 

for all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal 

Chorus: RZA 

Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns 

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 

Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum 

Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue 

Older cats max, young godz got the guns 

Out of town niggaz best to run 

Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out 

Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns 

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 

Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum 

From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue 

From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue 

Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns 

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 

Or get stung 

Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young 

Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue 

Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns 

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 

Aiyyo stop it 

Older cats max but young godz they got the guns 

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 

Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum 

From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue 

Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue 

Older cats max but young godz got the guns 

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 

Or get stung...