Lirik Lagu What Makes The World Go Round - Shyheim
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featuring D.V. Rubbabandz Smoothe Trigger
[Trigger Tha Gambler]There a toker under the numb scumb lookerGet the gatherin big willy me thug rich and bookerThe gun to gun face off street smart niggaThat I'm ready to tear your numbers right off the burnersTo throw the D 8 trace off ruckus click cause the mysterySellin which cap killin go down in historyYou dissin me bell to releact the combatI sit back, when niggaz throw rapsI be like, "where your are at"
[Rubbabandz]It's a leaky-leak world and I don't give a fuckAll I wanna do is puff that purple stuffThe sun ain't never shine on my blockIt's like a permanent eclipseThe only light is gun sparkFightin on the premissis, that you want to be yoursCatch your on the stairs, your floor's eightBut, you won't make it past fourI'm sick and tired of niggaz actin high fashionalFlashin, wackin and not reactin
[Smoothe Da Hustler]Yall niggaz, know what time it isLeavin niggaz withour no watchesWhen I drop this shit about hustlinYall niggaz know, who rhyme it isYou gettin the head from bathroomTo book-book to rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-waxWhen starts toss the headphoneThe dead zone, MC's get done sinceThe grittiest square rootEquals a dead mother fucker in my circumferenceThe shell maxed, well matched, dressed in black leatherTo come through buildin for buildinJack dead for crime cheddar
[Shyheim]All day, I dream about guns, money, cars and bitchesThirsty niggaz, who want my richesI got somethin for em, in '96, you gotta be trife or dieT
[Trigger Tha Gambler]There a toker under the numb scumb lookerGet the gatherin big willy me thug rich and bookerThe gun to gun face off street smart niggaThat I'm ready to tear your numbers right off the burnersTo throw the D 8 trace off ruckus click cause the mysterySellin which cap killin go down in historyYou dissin me bell to releact the combatI sit back, when niggaz throw rapsI be like, "where your are at"
[Rubbabandz]It's a leaky-leak world and I don't give a fuckAll I wanna do is puff that purple stuffThe sun ain't never shine on my blockIt's like a permanent eclipseThe only light is gun sparkFightin on the premissis, that you want to be yoursCatch your on the stairs, your floor's eightBut, you won't make it past fourI'm sick and tired of niggaz actin high fashionalFlashin, wackin and not reactin
[Smoothe Da Hustler]Yall niggaz, know what time it isLeavin niggaz withour no watchesWhen I drop this shit about hustlinYall niggaz know, who rhyme it isYou gettin the head from bathroomTo book-book to rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-waxWhen starts toss the headphoneThe dead zone, MC's get done sinceThe grittiest square rootEquals a dead mother fucker in my circumferenceThe shell maxed, well matched, dressed in black leatherTo come through buildin for buildinJack dead for crime cheddar
[Shyheim]All day, I dream about guns, money, cars and bitchesThirsty niggaz, who want my richesI got somethin for em, in '96, you gotta be trife or dieT
