Shyheim - S.I.N.Y. lyrics

[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 ba*tard, 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, f**ing with me I don't only rap good, ma, I'm something to see And you can't count me out, cuz n***as 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 f** with a b**h that be talking more sh** than Miss Jones You know the n***a 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 sh**, 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 n***as in the hotter strip That hit harder than Water Boy Have a n***a father your daughter, boy, flash on a n***a Like the sh**, 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 n***as, n***as 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 n***as with black dope Yeah, I know lives in game, you that slow? No, I don't know that n***a, we not cool No, I don't hang with n***as that don't move No, I ain't from this block, but got j**els No, means no, my n***a, I'm not rude, yeah, I pop tools, n***a [Chorus]