Shyheim - N.Y. Monstas lyrics

[Intro: Shyheim (Dom Pachino)] Uh, yeah, I got this... Uh, yeah, my God, uh, sh** I've been around the world twice And sh** (it might of been three times when this drop) It's like this, what these n***as is b**hing and sh** They get scared when a n***a pressing real hard (they f**ing f*ggots) I be just try'nna tell a n***a, listen B., I'm try'nna eat like you fam (Hear me out though) We come together 50/50 we can make something happen (Let's make a hundred, you heard?) [Shyheim] I was in the pizza shop, ordered chicken parmagiane That's when Sean John walked in, like "what up, son-son?" That's you in that big body Benz with rims, huh? Looking like the great rock star you are He said he got an open gate, out in Victory Allah And all he need is the weight, to really start the spark And Sean been my heart, since we rocked Osh Kosh Carved our names in tar, and ran trains on broads So I told the God, we can bounce on Friday We leave by two, get there by eight I never knew on this date, Allah would taste my fate I pulled up in the Mobil, to fill up the tank Get a bag of chips, and a Nestle to drink Then police rolled on me, you should of seen my muthaf**in' face, homey I'm on parole, and I owe 'em like six more years, god damn, homey [Dom Pachino] Baby baby, I got something for ya Sorta like the Rocky Mountains, purer than a spring water fountain P always come correct, 'nuff respect in the hood I'm a pimp, I'm a thug, I'm just misunderstood Keep goodies like it's trick or treat, or it's meet and greet time I'm just speaking my mind, plus I know you, gonna, like what I got Like back in '97 when I blew up the spot I had the red tops, plus the red hot hip hop Now, come on boy, you should of seen the era That's back when, I had to introduce them to Terror Bring the pain, cuz, it's so excruciating You better smarten up and start participating My sh** be red hot, like the hands of Satan [Ha**tyle] As I walk through the flames and I brush off the ashes Ha**tyle resurrected, spit fire to them ma**es From the present to the past tense, my absence in the game Had n***as acting, like the kid was coming back the same It's the Last of the Mohicans, with the cheap chop-to flow That tomahawk, my only motto is to blow If you love it then let it roll, the rest, you already know I'm try'nna keep the peace and still keep a piece of my soul With that Edgar Allen Poe flow, pit in the pendulem I got to let them goons go, I'm sending them Weight more than ten of them, kid, we doing our own thing Get your block knocked off, I'm a king It's the heat holding, theologent, with a make-it-or-break-it slogan Kicking sugar pop, slang in the game, the kid chosen Never catch me in the hood, on the corner posing All you gotta do is say my name, everybody knows him I treat rap, like it's the last game of the season, clock further, scores even My last shot, you know I'm going in With a team of chosen men, that all work for me Keep 'em close to the sun, call 'em Team Mercury With the strength of Hercules, I work the beat, no surrender, no retreat d**h before dishonor, learn to think before you speak Teach 'em how thirty roll, and let 'em know a war a**ault feared G coast, and let 'em go, cuz love'll get you k**ed here Sip beer and grab the wine, for my time, out my mind On the highway to heaven, taking rap cloud nine I keep the doubt in mine, should of known that Ha** gon' shine How could you doubt mine? Shine...