Artist: Shyheim f/ 12 O'Clock, Killah Priest
Album:  n/a
Song:   Shy's Back
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Shyheim]
You don't wanna battle me, I take e'rything personal
Pussy, I shove you back in the pussy that birthed you
This is me, e'ryday, I don't go to rehearsals
I'll smack you with the eight, spin you 'round in a circle
And my bank account numbers look like your s-social
You're on the mixtape scene, but your ass still local
Tryin to chin check me?  You should be glad I ain't po-po
Nigga, you think you slick?  Try and get me promotio'
But I'm hip to the game, man, that move's so old school
You remind me of the old deuce, a bottle of Cisco
Matter of fact, you remind me of a blonded Sisqo
I'm like the Eight area, you San Francisco
Shy 'bout that dollar like that nine-nine cent store
Is your life insured?  You best to make sure
Originally came for peace, but prepared for war
You no talk at mothafuckin' all

[Chorus 2X: Shyheim]
Aiyo who is that?  Aiyo B.U. is back
Makin niggaz go "Bo Bo" like I'm Supercat
Aiyo who is that?  Aiyo the Wu is back
Makin niggaz go "Bo Bo" like I'm Supercat

[Killah Priest]
No swagger, no style?  I roast y'all niggaz
Fold y'all niggaz, y'all homos?  I smoke y'all niggaz
Taught how to squeeze on enemies and hold those triggers
Phoned my killas, banana clips and so guerrilla
Weak raps get laughed at, y'all the type to get barred and smacked
The type to order a drink at the bar and get taxed
The only time y'all strapped is wit a bar you be at
See that?  Squeeze gats?  Nah, but feedback
Y'all always hear that from wit the crowd y'all went
My crown it fits, how could y'all clown my wits?
Surround with clips from fo'-fives, cold vibes I send em
Plus I'm so live, the flow flies the rhythm
I pulverize my victims when I hit em
So pass the mic, y'all niggaz gon' have to fight
I'm in y'all pussy, y'all hermaphrodites
I hit the lab and write while y'all dress in drag at night

[Chorus 2X]

[12 O'Clock]
Dope man, dope man, I got the snub in my right hand
I'm trappin coke in the Mazda van
My whole team Supreme Clientele like Ironman
It's twenty-eights on the Range and it's tanned, man
When I'm drivin with my seeds, there's no contraband
Like shootin revolvers cuz autos jam
Got the baseball bat, heads'll ball, man
Money tall, niggaz is midget men
Cut up coke, I'm Ed with the Scissorhands
Niggaz is pussy, all I see is panties, man
Carry tools on my belt like a handyman
Popped pills, did drugs with Method Man

[Chorus 2X]