Shyheim, The Embassy - I'm Good Play Your Part lyrics

This nigga, shit, yeah
I can't even walk to the corner store
Without a nigga askin' me, like damn
When you come in son, yo, when you go in
Man? When you goin' to do another movie
What's up with an album
Damn, son, you ain't got a welcome
Me nothing? Hah

I'm good, play your part
Those hookers, those hoes, and my job
Those hustlers, those papes, and my squad
My neck, my wrist, my car

I know it urks, you, I come through
In an upside down Y, surrounded by a circle
Bottom Up on the windshield
Big mac-11 with them dumb dumbs, stupid
Under the chinchill'
Niggas better ch chill, shit's still real
With the ice pick, the niggas grills
Give 'em fish scales
In Fishskill, where the fish kill
I'm like a far ring temtrum, Shyheim
It's real flip your whips to squeal
You will get killed
So basically nigga, keep your lips sealed
Put the minute in the pennant
Call me Mr quick Bill
They hit me with a sentence
But your nigga spit jail i ran and I ran
With them bounties on my tail
Drinkin' hot water, eatin' shit, that's stale
And still
Flex keep our single spinnin' like windmills
And a nigga fresh outta jail

Catch Kanive, and in the wide body
Pullin' a sled still in the streets
Duck and dodgin' the feds
Still got the trey deuce
Strapped to the lead
How come the yellow bodies
Looked like scrambled eggs get your baby
Take your cheese and your bread
I know he slow in the head
This is what I just said
He hearin' things, the blood is sunny side up
When the homey's ride up
With them chromey magnums, yeah
Swallow your pride, and cough up the product
Then I'm back around the block, what up blood
What up cuz, yeah, my pressure is buildin'
And the headphones are fire
Without a Lox reunion
Keep the streets like checks, nigga
Pay your communion
Look, I'm going back from which I came
I'm like King David's sword on
The black smith lake
Cherry red, seven sixty, me shine ya dame


I'm good, compared to all these broke liars
Who never gonna fire
Like a broke ass lighter
I blow right by ya with a hoe like Mya
In a big body Benz with all white tires
Brolic bracelets that cause arthritis
Can't even open the door
Got sores on my right wrist
Pores cuz I might just be
Forced to use my left
Hop it, don't pocket, and cruise my sects
I'm here now, so you where the problem at
I know where ya momma at
I know where to rob you at
The chip of my gun
Get thrown where the coffin'
I'm blowin' that concious back
On with that monster mack
Blaow, and when that shit startin' squeezin'
You be right there bleedin'
In them Nike air's leanin' sirens screamin'
When I move from the scripts
Yo, Police and Blue did it, bitch, hit it
Ditch

Yeah, that was good nigga
Don't fuckin' worry about me, nigga
Do that shit, nah, I'm ight, man, come on man