Shyheim - Furious Anger (feat. Big L) Lyrics
f/ Big L*Report set to "Co-Defendant" beat*[Reporter]Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped ata Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.*car spinning out of control and crashing**beat drops**multiple gunshots*"And you will know my name is the lord..." -> Samuel L. Jackson[Big L]Shyheim, yeahCorleoneUh-huh, check it outY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced outNot knowin the walk, so put the price outTo get you stuck and punch ya lights outOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife outAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough upYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique softIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist offThen lick off, and slide ya ***** off, punkI hope ya ready for the kick-offYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich offI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smackNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'It ain't no part a time out, once I climb outThe garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine outor I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong blockI left enough a y'all stinkinWhat the ***** was y'all thinkin?My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writinYo, what?[Shyheim]Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a meI'll probably die from the death penaltyY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digityI'm not ***** so I don't need securityLike Big L, I'm MVP on the streetI did wet more people than the pool and the beachSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TVO.G., that's why they put me in a movieDon't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya faceYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge JudyLook me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool theeStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calenderAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh*gunshots*"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeanceand furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroymy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord." -> Samuel L. Jackson[Big L]If you got somethin to say, then cough it outCuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull outthe heat they ready to talk it outWhat is there to talk about?You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttinAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anywayand put one a you punks in the groundY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin aroundLike you scarin us, not evenCuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin"My name is the lord..." -> Samuel L. Jackson[Shyheim]Niggas be actin like they hoodlumsUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and MuslimsIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thinPut his ear to his chinI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and oldCuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my goldIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juiceBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots
