Shyheim, Killa Sin, Madman and Rubbabandz - Young Godz

Yo
Older cats
Yo
Whassup Rae? What's going on Son?
Yeah I ain't see y'all cats in a long time
Y'all better be on that shit too
Older cats max with young godz who got the guns
Knowhati'msayin son?
Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up
Knowhati'msayin son?
Yo son you the first man, you go first son

I'm Mobb Deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be
On some thug shit, runnin' wild through New York City
Bustin' guns rockin' jew-els that shine like the sun
Stapleton is where I'm from
And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
Cause the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career
I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta
Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner
And squeeze, if I get front on my nine millimi
Will have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz that think they live 'cause they puff a little lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't think they'll kill us

Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know
The beat is sounding like Star Trek
So yo, youknowhatI'msayin son?

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
I meditate then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be bi-debatable
When I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer
A premeditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer
Causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
Who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
Between my anger, I lock down every chamber
Hillside strangler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin' calisthenics
I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler done Germans
And become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera
They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
As I hang with Jehovah's Witnesses

Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue

This is manslaughter, so what you want to do
Last year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme
Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the automatic weapon
Got niggaz steppin', in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go round for round
Straight up and down, I broke the sound barrier
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talkin 'bout they rollin deep up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair

Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down
Yeah, and yo
Now yo, youknowhatI'msayin?
I want to tell y'all
Y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp
Youknowhati'msayin? (Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child)
So just take your time and handle life as it comes
Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the peace
Make shit hot like rockin' tube socks at Jones Beach
In the summer, number one gunner run for cover
Keep 'em steppin' with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Glover
I cock back, action packed raps and gats
Niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
For actin' snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
Cause Wu-Tang live, forever and a day
You better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray
We never play with commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give 'em more hell than an exorcism

My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known
I'm packin' chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than that AIDS shit
While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave shift
My right hand man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand
And to my Physical one love power crazy real
For all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin' in the rap deal

Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue

Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin' heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung
Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young
Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung

Written by:
J. Barry, Robert F. Diggs, Shyheim Franklin, T. Hamlin

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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