Shyheim, LEX - I'm Back It's Great lyrics

Yeah, Shyheim, nigga a k
A SI a
K
A Jonathan Jackson the Manchild, you hear me
Got my nigga, Lex, yeah, Jersey
Staten Island
Bottom Up, Brock Bros, Stapleton, what up

I got SI on my back and I'm swimmin'
9000 miles back home
My whole hood, happy, I'm back home
I'm the backbone, black stone
Greatest Story Never Told
Came to the wilderness of North America
Alone stompin' like a giant, on my corner
Mash potato Timb's
Containin' more fucked iodine, vitamins
I'm grindin', puttin' it in
From the Bottom Up
And I don't rock watches or bracelets
Cuz they remind me of handcuffs
Niggas woke up a sleeping dragon
You hear that fire coming out my mouth
You better call the red and white wagons
And while you at it
Tell 'em don't forget that leak water
I be so wet whoadee, I can dry water
And for all y'all
Niggas out there, thinkin' y'all tough
Real gangstas
Like myself'll make y'all buckle like
The end of a belt
My handle's critically acclaimed
Locked down the game
With a one and two side, amex in the main

I'm back (yeah, Shy, see you hear, never left
But, you back in the hood
So tell me what's really good) it's great
(See, niggas thought it wouldn't happen
Picture the kid rapping, yes
Niggas he's back in)

Cuz it's back, this young
Dude from the Bricks, homey
Became immune to the strip, carry two's
Put shoes on the whip
And I move with the fifth, on me
In case dudes wanna flip
I leave 'em leakin', droolin' in shit
But, I can't stop, my block needs me
But just remember
That bustin' these shots, and
Duckin' these cops, is not easy
I'm down for whatever, I
Stand on the pavement, i'm trynna
Round up this cheddar, I need a vacation
I'm so stressed and my girl don't help
She can't understand
Why I'm so stressed and why I worry myself
And it's really starting to bother a nigga
So with this weight laws, I'm
Startin' to shake off, pardon a nigga
Balls, I got paper
But I'm far from a million
That's why I'm, still in these streets
I hustle hard in these buildings
Yeah, they say it's wrong
That these crackheads need me
But, I can't, leave it alone
Cuz crackheads feed me
Ricky, Shawn, Daneen and Barbara
Phylis and Ursula
Got so much, that I'm needing a worker
Show 'em how to move
And gets moved with a slot game
But only talk samples
When the color of your top change


I got a call from Bobby Digital
He said it's critical
For me to record a new album, I said aight
No interviews i refuse to talk to any
Reporters or disc jockeys
This is for the people
So I got a right to be coky
I'm the one and only, the only one chosen
I preserve my microphone in
By keeping it frozen as a child
I said realer shit than most of you grown men
I'm certified, ultra live, the ghetto says so
Play my tape, even the roaches gon' come
Chill in your radio
I'm ruthless, but won't day real easy
Got whole hoods
Wearin' mechanic suit's, I do dudes so greasy
I'm a hoodlum, til they turn out my lights
And give me a quarter
I still have more girlfriends
Than Diana Ross daughter it's a manslaughter