Shyheim - Easy Street lyrics

(feat. La the Darkman)

[Intro: Shyheim]

This is Bottom Up (Moe Bee got beats)

Shyheim, The Greatest Story Never Told

Bottom Up, Shyheim, The Greatest Story Never Told

[Shyheim]

I put a fifty in your mouth, out your ass for change

All you buckin' rap niggaz, don't make me pull y'all strings

I write songs for gangstas, on the chain and can sing

A hundred rounds til the ding, I'mma die in the ring

Cuz I'm a fighter, flick up your lighters

I got a bigger website than spiders, run with two five to lifers

That buck at biker's, get bucked on Riker's

I was shorty with the shitty diaper, sugar water made me hyper

Peter Piper picked peppers, but Shy fucked hoes

Put my gun in your face, like "whoa"

Me and Black Rob, rob black, with the Tahoe

Cuz he was gassed like Arco, beatin' him up PLO Style

I don't wanna grow up, I'm a leaky leak kid

Got so many bags of dust, that I could play with

The Bobby, separate's my mind from my body

Stuck countin' my dirty money in project lobbies

Pockets full of drugs, tommy in my Tommy

Movin' like a zombie, off that bah bah bah shit

Welcome to Disney Land, I'm your host, Mickey

You down with PCP, you know me

[La the Darkman]

Yo, niggaz call me alotta shit, but they can't call me broke

I ain't pushin' trees, I'm pushin' E's of coke

With a cannon in my coat, hardly laugh, ain't a joke

Any foul comfrontation, a nigga gon' get smoked

Might hit you with a gemstar razor, or a red dart lazer

Take a piece of meat off you, when I blaze you

Like Albert Anastasia, I'm a mobster, I'm major

I'm loyal to my blood, not a faggot ass traitor

Big brother hustle great, I got to hustle greater

My operation's so smooth, they call me ice skater

With a mack ten, or eleven, cocked, the weather man

For super niggaz, wanna end up like Superman

[Shyheim]

I'm from the Island that's hotter than the Caribbean's

And that's how we Columbia necktie, law abiding citizens

Nine m&m's in the denim, is the minimum

Crack rocks bigger than M&M's, whiter than Eminem

Thousands, I quintruple them, like the Olympics signs

Red dot, yellow dot, green dot, all dimes

Black top, blue top, those go two for five

Get your money where you get it, don't scrutinize mines

Bitch, fuck you and them rhymes

I'm on the grind, to get rich or die trying

I done pushed enough time around niggaz line

That get their bricks in New York, bad bitch in New York

Big chain, icey frost, roll some Porsche in New York

[Interlude: La the Darkman]

I get energized from the vocals, though

You feel what I though, Troop, you feel what I'm sayin'

Cuz when it come in like that...

I feel what you sayin', now feel what I'm sayin'

[La the Darkman]

Let's go, La the Darkman, play the wind

Recently, I shot a nigga, that I called a friend

He was foe, tried to steal some of my blow

Oh well, snakes in the grass, I chopped the head off they ass

Need an instant replay, I make it happen so fast

Til then, I'm gettin' all this money, fuckin' all these bunnies

Laught a little bit, but ain't a damn thing funny

You dig? I got kids, and brothers to feed

Not to mention, my life, my bitches and what I need

Three story condo, car and truck combo

Bang hammers on niggaz, like Africans on congo's

That's how my song goes, drugs, money and murder

Check to see if you can handle it, before you take it further, it's La

[Chorus: Shyheim (La the Darkman)]

We be on easy street, ridin' through the red lights

You muthafuckin' a-right, we down to kill to O.T

Nigga tonight, without thinkin' twice

We be ridin', through the red lights

We be ridin', through the red lights

Through the red lights

Through the red lights (through the red lights...)