Hell Razah - Co-Defendant lyrics

[Hook: Hell Razah] You got my back, I got your front From start to finish Goin' out altogether cause we're co-defendants Take my back, got your front From start to finish Goin' out altogether cause we're co-defendants Got your back, take my front From start to finish Goin' out altogether cause we're co-defendants Got my back, got your front From start to finish Goin' out altogether cause we're co-defendants [Shyheim] I'm a N.W.A. with a nineteen shot glizzy I'm Mo' Thug than Krazyie, Layzie, Flesh, Wish and Bizzy I'm too wild, you don't wanna see my act up Police gotta call the national guard for back up My sh** don't stink, I never tuck my link Shyheim never sleepin, my eyes just chinky And my army moves same, same [Hell Razah] Stick him for his mink Yall n***as on some frontin sh**, amped off a drink Money like the Brinks truck, bomb you till you faint I roll with top rank, soon to judge the angels sing [Shyheim] I'm ghetto like SunDu, Wu-Tang Clansman We banned from the tunnel [Hell Razah] We're scorin touchdowns, while yall wack rappers fumble [Shyheim] And talk about the projects, we never see you come through Catch em at their shows, they're hidin in a limo [Hell Razah] We claimin Donnie Brasco, black Robert Deniros We're dirty street heros in the six double zeros [Shyheim] Benzes, Glocks with the infra-red lenses Money over b**hes, like P, I'm infamous [Hell Razah] Thoughts is infinte, me and Shy run together Like concurrent sentences [Shyheim] We're co-defendants, society's menace I became a Jon Doe, so I can't be printed [Hook: Shyheim] [Hell Razah] Aiyyo, it's war faces, I see outside the court cases Ezekiel, first chapter comes the bone body fracture I roll with player haters, down to mad rappers Out to put the gat to anybody playin actor Climbin up Jacob's Ladder, the common factor Red hook, never shook, crooks, you get your sh** took Black hook indian givers with a sick look [Shyheim] Hit with the book, I was hit with the book I'm a walkin timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm The psychic said, "I'm a bad muhf**a" When she read my palms, I been armed f** a felony And with my moms tellin me, I'm twenty-seven D.B.D For reals in a magnet, in the incenerator Is where we stash the krills It's all about the hundred dollar bills, n***a what If shorty p**y too big, I stick it in her bu*t [Hook x2: both]