S.I.N.Y.

[Shyheim] You can catch me on Broadway, watching a play Or you can catch me on Broadway, copping a cake Either way it lay, Shy got a four pound to bang Look at me and my wifey, hoping out that white Range You should throw it to my brain, and take my B.U. chain I know what you thinking, that's why you see me reaching But you one lucky bastard, police rolled up Cuz Castro blast those, mash throw for Bottom Up And I'm chilling like I won the lotto, yup, my car so fly Look like it should be in the air with the sun I'm from the H-O-O-D, and evidently fear is not a factor for me You should rationally think, cuz you can actually stink In the hood for weeks, fucking with me I don't only rap good, ma, I'm something to see And you can't count me out, cuz niggas counting on me [Chorus: Shyheim (Castro)] You got a gun, blow it, you got your blunt, smoke it You got a strip we can flip coke, bring heat (You got a beat, rip it, you got a V, whip it You got a heat, clip it, we make the streets listen) You got a T.V., then you gon' see me You don't get Cash Money no more, you B.G (You got a beat, rip it, you got a V, whip it You got a heat, clip it, we make the streets listen) [Castro] Aiyo the tray 8 it dark and the skin tone I can't fuck with a bitch that be talking more shit than Miss Jones You know the nigga dead when he spit foam, cats is mad Cuz I got the bigger half of the wishbone I took it back to the flip phone, call my shit, home 10301, is my zip code Stay wit more rings that Sprint tones, the shot to the stomach And be throwing up blood like Jim Jones Brat, I'm hotter than cotoroids, I know niggas in the hotter strip That hit harder than Water Boy Have a nigga father your daughter, boy, flash on a nigga Like the shit, is a part of your Polaroid Shotty's official, kamikaze the issue At the time it'll lift you, it's a hobby to diss you John Gotti'll kiss you, mom probably get you In the lobby with nickels, bout to cop me a missle, what up [Chorus] [Shyheim] Yeah, I'm Shyheim, yeah I got a Chinese chick named Ilene Yeah, she feed me beef, fried rice and chicken wings Yeah, I got a soft in her for 23 No, I don't say I know niggas, niggas say they know me No, I never heard of your set, or your O.G No, hell no, I don't roll with a clan What part of the N or the O, don't you understand? [Castro] Yeah, I'm Castro, yeah, I got white AK's with black scopes Yeah, I got Arab niggas with black dope Yeah, I know lives in game, you that slow? No, I don't know that nigga, we not cool No, I don't hang with niggas that don't move No, I ain't from this block, but got jewels No, means no, my nigga, I'm not rude, yeah, I pop tools, nigga [Chorus]