Shyheim - Easy Street lyrics

This is Bottom Up (Moe Bee got beats)
Shyheim, The Greatest Story Never Told
Bottom Up, Shyheim
The Greatest Story Never Told

I put a fifty in your mouth
Out your ass for change
All you buckin' rap niggas
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

Yo, niggas 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 niggas, wanna end up like Superman

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 niggas line
That get their bricks in New York
Bad bitch in New York big chain, icey frost
Roll some Porsche in New York

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'

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 niggas
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

We be on easy street
Ridin' through the red lights
You muthafuckin' a-right
We down to kill to OT
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)