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[Shyheim] When I showed up, all the mafiosos was coked up They offered me a bump, I told Paulie I ain't want none I came here for business, not to have fun I sat down and preceded to roll myself a blunt I licked the Dutch, like Cousin Vinnie, what up? I need a raise on my cut, I been moving so much Last month, I bring back a hundred plus, plus I sold 200 guns He said, you know what? You absolutely right, son Even though, you're a nigga, you still one of us I'm like don't play those race games with me, you fat guinea fuck So when the room got quiet, I grabbed my fire, they grabbed they fired Then we all started laughing, like the devil's a liar Joey pass me the lighter, then I lit the piff The duffle bags with the bricks Picked up the bags with the cash And fellas, I'd love to chat, but I gotta dash [L.E.O.] I had dimes on the strip, and I was going strong Ya'll playing with them 'knicks', should of got LeBron Shit go wrong, just gotta think ya'll When you don't think far, shoot a nigga, he blink hard Linked off, real nigga that let a thing off I ain't under the wing, I ain't the type you can think for We those type of nigga like don't let a speak tough Keep on, niggas that R.E., treat our Niggas accordingly, yeah accordingly I ain't been seen since the summer, I only reach out quarterly Orally, the only way niggas want war with me That's no homo, I speak it metamorphically Historically, no loyalty amongst thieves But my royalties, keep niggas loyal amongst me See a sign, read mine every day of the week Play like I sleep when I pray on the weak Move with the strong, God, it keeps you moving along If that fall that never back, look like the rule of a pawn Yeah, and that's the rule of a pawn Now do to the don, cool as a farm, Louis Vutton [Castro] Yo, they call him Shyheim and his black partner L.E.O. Tiny Don't fuck with him, he's so grimey They was fucking with this cat named Vito Shiny They got a hundred percent, but they D broke 90 Anyway, they shot him in his peephole, slimey And took me for a kilos, grimey Two brothers on a rampage, son, want Rico, finally Call up the payphone, error Shyheim and L.E.O. is good together Never lie, never tell, still would never Ever ever snitch on each other, they know better The coat weather, or should I say oh sweater, I'm talking loyalty