Shaolin This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin, this is Shaolin Shaolin, Shaolin Get away from there, shit Yeah, oh shit, fresh from the lands of Shaolin, nigga Check this shit out man
a sudden they life stops From black on black or harassed by white cops Some went into jail to do time They take away your time, your freedom and your
lyrical gift Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop
gift Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So
as cousins As we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love Who wanna play with that Roc-A-team
stop jokin, I ain't know that You from Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead, the Heights Man Yeah Word up, come on man Oh, what? Hundred Terrace
Tang, Tang The joy the flowers bring me, the pain still has me sinkin' All while my heart gently weeps Your smile has got me shrinkin', the tears in your
to tell a bitch that me and Mr. is cousins You know, suckas Thanks to you, he had to die But you only shot back 'cause you were scared and was high
kickin my same sound I'ma reign now, giant fist-splitted james brown I'm the poet, who rhymes was quoted lines are loaded shine decoded the vote and flow
Yeah, dedicated to you and yours O.C. phenomenon Here goes a little somethin' for you and your mans Dedicated to you and yours, from me and my fam Living
I learn From your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising Of children who
tent when I'm comin' to your town Black man, the rental, God, the pistol Yah, if you don't want a burn from glock Then beware, I buck shots, we move
We could be brothers, we better known as cousins As we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love Who
sing Man appointed rap king make the 'phone sing I'm Biz Mark, the microphone king-er Down to wreck your body, super-educated like swinger of a rap, make your
when I'm comin to your town Black man, the rental, God, the pistol YAH! If you don't want a burn from glock Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the
the chance to shoot back at who shot at you Nigga, you'll be dead before you reach the hospital Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils
on your wrist Like you repping the bionic six Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us