Yeah yeah!!
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Where my Shaolin peoples at?
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Stapleton, the craziest, y'all know what time it is
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Wild wild West
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Now born, Killa Hill, poor to the rich man
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Jungle Nilz, let's get money y'all
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Verse One:
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It be the Sess and Henessee that make me act like this
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I'm wild hit em up project style never plead the fifth
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Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be at court
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Fightin and slicin each other to see who lies at my fort
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Who woulda thought, little Shy Big Willie
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Ninety-six we rollin dutches, nine-tray it was Phillies
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First of the month be like Christmas to dealers
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Hundred dollar seals come through the school zone area
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Children at play keep the heat on the low
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Little kids gettin hit, projects flooded with po'
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Now shorty's rockin, Versace and Donna Karan
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Playin the Miss Mob Queen role knowin hon the cousin Sharon
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I live the glamarous life, girl
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And go from limos to Dom Perignon, rich hotels
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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"Wild, the Shaolin Style is all in me
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Child, the whole damn isle is callin me" -- Method Man
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Verse Two: Squig
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Facing two-five to life incarcerated activated
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Stressed behind a cell with no way to escape it
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Holdin on, true to ock steel tryin to appeal
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Be landed without a bail so let the commisary reveal
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I feel it's time, for me to let this sparkle in wine
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Wet my throat rockin the trenchcoat, flashin to get mine
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Not hesitant, cuz the Henny keeps me bent
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Just tryin to make a cent, diggin pockets down to the lint
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Regardless of all the charges the D's want me for
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Warrant after warrant, so I avoid the law
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Stapleton on the rise, twenty-seven wearin lives
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From day one until they none don't take it as no suprise
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Shyheim
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I'm havin suicidal thoughts cause I'm screwed up in the game
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But today's thang, is to hold it down and maintain
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I got thirty days until I get remanded for this gun charge
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Still I'm livin large, joint hard up in the mode and
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long sexin, fishin for pre-model
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I'm young black rich and dangerous, livin like I won the lotto
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So nuff of wine sex and dutches
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Them kids know who us is
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GP rule, hundred-twenty-seven hustlers
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Runnin from D's when they try to bust us
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Fly crims and gats, mainly black cops, they whitey lovers
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And my district attorneys wanna send me to jail
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I told em, "People wanna kill me", that's why I had the nine milli
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I'm bustin dead and not to injure
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Remember what I quote
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Before you, enter my center
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Chorus
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Shaolin Style
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Shyheim |