Artist: Shyheim f/ Hell Razah
Album:  RZA presents Wu-Tang Killa Beez: The Swarm, Vol. 1
Song:   Co-Defendants
Typed by: Tha Masta, Cno Evil

Intro: 

"Oh my God!"

(Woman "Aww"ing in background all throughout the song)

[Intro: Shyheim (Hell Razah)]
What them niggas want (nothin)
What them niggas want (nothin)
What them niggas want (aint tryin to see us this year)
What them niggas want

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
You got my back, I got your front
From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
Take my back, got your front
From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
Got your back, take my front
From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
Got my back, got your front
From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants

[Shyheim, (Hell Razah)]
I'm a N.W.A. with a 19-shot glizzy
I'm all thugged and 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 shit don't stink, I never tuck my link
Shyhiem never sleepin, my eyes just cheat me
And my army moves same, same
(Stick him for his mink
Y'all niggaz on some frontin shit, amped off a drink
Money like to bring trouble, bomb you till you faint
I roll with top rank, soon to judge the Angels Saints)
I'm ghetto like sun-do, Wu-Tang Clansman
We banned from the tunnel
(We scorin touchdowns, while y'all wack rappers fumble)
And talk about the projects, we never see you come through
Catch em at their shows, they hidin in a limo
(Be claimin Donnie Brasco, black Robert Deniros
We're dirty street heros in the 6-double-0's)
Benz's, glocks with the infra-red lenses
Money over bitches, like P, I'm infamous
(Thoughts is infinte, me and Shy run together
Like the current census)
We co-defendants, society's menace
I became a Jon Doe, so I can't be printed

[Chorus: Shyheim]

[Hell Razah]
Eh yo, it's war faces, I see all sides in court cases
The sequel, first chapter come the bone body fracture
I roll with playa 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 should get your shit took
Black foot Indians givers with a sick hook

[Together]
Hit with the book, I was hit with the book

[Shyheim]
I'm a walkin timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm
It's like the psychic said, I'm a bad mo'fucka
When she read my palms, I bid armed fuckin felony
And with my moms tellin me, a twenty-seven D.V.D.
For reals and the mad man, in a instant a raider
Is where we stash the grills
It's all about the $100 bills, nigga what?
If shorty pussy too big, I stick it in her butt

[Chorus 2X: both]

[sample from the movie "The Swarm"]
What do you got?
	Estimated speed, 7 miles per hour
7 miles per hour? whatever it is, it's big
Slider to Air Search One
Contact an identified outgoing object
Startin at 130 Degrees, distance 30 Miles
Estimated speed, 7 miles per hour
	Air Search 1 to Top Key
	We have visual contact
Identified?
	Black mass, a movin black mass
Bees, millions of bees
	Bees?
Yes, they're all around me now
Apparently trying to get in
	Well get a bumble ban, take it out