Easy Street

[Intro: Shyheim] This is Bottom Up (Moe Bee got beats) Shyheim, The Greatest Story Never Told Bottom Up, Shyheim, The Greatest Story Never Told [Shyheim] 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 [La the Darkman] 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 [Shyheim] 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 [Interlude: La the Darkman] 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' [La the Darkman] 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 [Chorus: Shyheim] + (La the Darkman) We be on easy street, ridin' through the red lights You muthafuckin' a-right, we down to kill to O.T 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...)