[Shyheim]

When I showed up, all the mafiosos was coked up

They offered me a bump, I told Paulie I ain't want none

I came here for business, not to have fun

I sat down and preceded to roll myself a blunt

I licked the Dutch, like Cousin Vinnie, what up?

I need a raise on my cut, I been moving so much

Last month, I bring back a hundred plus, plus I sold 200 guns

He said, you know what? You absolutely right, son

Even though, you're a nigga, you still one of us

I'm like don't play those race games with me, you fat guinea fuck

So when the room got quiet, I grabbed my fire, they grabbed they fired

Then we all started laughing, like the devil's a liar

Joey pass me the lighter, then I lit the piff

The duffle bags with the bricks

Picked up the bags with the cash

And fellas, I'd love to chat, but I gotta dash

[L.E.O.]

I had dimes on the strip, and I was going strong

Ya'll playing with them 'knicks', should of got LeBron

Shit go wrong, just gotta think ya'll

When you don't think far, shoot a nigga, he blink hard

Linked off, real nigga that let a thing off

I ain't under the wing, I ain't the type you can think for

We those type of nigga like don't let a speak tough

Keep on, niggas that R.E., treat our

Niggas accordingly, yeah accordingly

I ain't been seen since the summer, I only reach out quarterly

Orally, the only way niggas want war with me

That's no homo, I speak it metamorphically

Historically, no loyalty amongst thieves

But my royalties, keep niggas loyal amongst me

See a sign, read mine every day of the week

Play like I sleep when I pray on the weak

Move with the strong, God, it keeps you moving along

If that fall that never back, look like the rule of a pawn

Yeah, and that's the rule of a pawn

Now do to the don, cool as a farm, Louis Vutton

[Castro]

Yo, they call him Shyheim and his black partner L.E.O. Tiny

Don't fuck with him, he's so grimey

They was fucking with this cat named Vito Shiny

They got a hundred percent, but they D broke 90

Anyway, they shot him in his peephole, slimey

And took me for a kilos, grimey

Two brothers on a rampage, son, want Rico, finally

Call up the payphone, error

Shyheim and L.E.O. is good together

Never lie, never tell, still would never

Ever ever snitch on each other, they know better

The coat weather, or should I say oh sweater, I'm talking loyalty