Hell Razah, Shyheim - Co-Defendant lyrics

[Hell Razah, Shyheim - Co-Defendant lyrics]

You got my back, I got your front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendants
Take my back, got your front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendants

Got your back, take my front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendantss
Got my back, got your front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendants

I'm a NWA with a nineteen-shot glizzy
I'm mo' thug than Krazyie, Layzie, Flesh
Wish and Bizzy
I'm too wild, you don't wanna see my act up
Police gotta call the national
Guard for back up
My shit don't stink, I never tuck my link
Shyheim never sleepin, my eyes just chinky
And my army moves same, same
Stick him for his mink
Yall niggas on some frontin shit
Amped off a drink
Money like the Brinks truck
Bomb you till you faint
I roll with top rank
Soon to judge the angels sing
I'm ghetto like SunDu, Wu Tang Clansman
We banned from the tunnel
We're scorin touchdowns
While yall wack rappers fumble
And talk about the projects
We never see you come through
Catch em at their shows
They're hidin in a limo
We claimin Donnie Brasco
Black Robert Deniros
We're dirty street heros in
The six double zeros
Benzes, Glocks with the infra-red lenses
Money over bitches, like P, I'm infamous
Thoughts is infinte, me and Shy run together
Like concurrent sentences
We're co-defendants, society's menace
I became a Jon Doe, so I can't be printed

You got my back, I got your front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendants
Take my back, got your front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendants

Got your back, take my front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendantss
Got my back, got your front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendants

Ayo, it's war faces
I see outside the court cases
Ezekiel, first chapter comes the
Bone body fracture
I roll with player haters
Down to mad rappers
Out to put the gat to anybody playin actor
Climbin up Jacob's Ladder, the common factor
Red hook, never shook, crooks
You get your shit took
Black hook indian givers with a sick look
Hit with the book, I was hit with the book
I'm a walkin time-bomb
I smoke weed to keep me calm
The psychic said I'm a bad mo'fucker
When she read my palms
I been armed fuck a felony
And with my moms tellin me
I'm twenty-seven DBD
For reals in a magnet, in the incenerator
Is where we stash the krills
It's all about the hundred dollar bills
Nigga what if shorty pussy too big
I stick it in her butt

You got my back, I got your front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendants
Take my back, got your front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendants

Got your back, take my front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendantss
Got my back, got your front
From start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause
We're co-defendants

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