Trust It's On - Shyheim

Microphone check 27

(Wu-Tang Killa Beez)

Microphone check

Sealed indictments, made my click vanish

Got me corresponding with my niggas in Clinton Annex

I run when the Jiggy come, I’m on probation

Can’t get caught with another gun, serious business

That’s why I never be in one spot for more than 5 minutes!

A menace like O-Dog, Oh Lord!

You will be a body and your man will be a witness

Do it for dolo, Shy needs no assistance!

If I’m with my niggas, then we co-defendants

One love, one thug 'till the last slug

Made up mad slang when my phone was bugged

You bite so much, your mind on high speed dub

Copy my shit, I’ll fuck you up in the club

You can get your doors, Glocks and 44s

What you think they stop making guns when they made yours?

27, we get money and break laws, gettin' you sick

We be all up in your pores

Yo, this shit blow

Let your guns bust, It’s on!

When you see my fam commin' with the rush, It’s on!

When we crush, It’s On!

When we flush, It’s on!

And when my fam get the urge to hit that dust

It’s on!

Yo, this shit blow

When you trust, it’s on!

I’m like Ice Cube, to my shows I bring a Mack 10

With the Teflon vest on, more points than an octagon

You can trust it’s on, that’s my word is bond

I put that on Twin, niggas is broke

They don’t bail out, they blood in

Then they blood out when I bring the thug out

Make them cough up a lung out on the concrete

I Roc-A-Fella like Bleek, niggas know me

I think your CD is weak, if the shit ain’t in my Jeep

Straight cheese, skinny nigga but I walk like I’m Cock-Diese

Death to my enemy’s…

When I be yellin' «blaze 'em»!

And if you got the razor, shave 'em!

And if you got the 44 to lift 'em up

Raise 'em, just don’t come

Runnin' back to me, sayin' I grazed 'em

You grazed 'em, What?!?

Son, you better murder the man

We leave his body in the soil, so we fertiliin'

And if you heard of the plan, then you know how we rock

You don’t never graze a nigga, make his heartbeat stop

And it’s hardly not likely of us

To leave a nigga leakin' and slightly touched

That thing might need to bust cause precisely he bust

And he could turn a hard rock, Icee to slush

And it might be the trust, that I gave 'em before

If Kani get upset, son it’s blazin' galore!

Shy say, fuck the roof!

Son, I’m raising the floor!

And my?

don’t shit, that’s why you praising the lord

(Praising the lord) What?!

(Nigga) (Straight Up)