Pass It Off

Lyrics

[Intro: Shyheim] Yeah! [Chorus] Pass it off, I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip) Pass it off and move back (I'm reaching in my napsack) Pass it off, I wanna flip (Let me show you how) Pass it off then buck for Staten Isle [Verse 1: Rubbabandz] My style is mad funky, gots to show the funk Don't need a girl who be traps like a hoe Which means I'm bagging bitches, my rhymes is getting fatter I dropped a lyrical bomb, y'all seem to scatter You talk and chit chatter, it really don't matter I'm too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter I'm a basket case like the man with the chainsaw Underground sounds that I rip from the core The superfly, funktastic, never took a loss Cause I chose to burn competition like a torch Got a short fuse, when I'm lit, I'm outta touch I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud Missile for bob-around suckers like a pistol You beat me in a battle? Ha, ha, now that's a riddle I like to keep my style pumping on the regular I'm the man, taking calls like I'm on a cellular I pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage On one hand, I'm rough and on the other hand I'm rugged [Chorus] Pass it off, I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip) Pass it off and move back (I'm reaching in my napsack) Pass it off, I wanna flip (Let me show you how) Pass it off (The [?] running wild) [Verse2: K-Tez] Pass it off to the right so I can flip kid Shorty wildstyle, not for that old ill shit Wu-Tang slang, I'm putting in your brain You don't want it, they don't want it, niggas don't want it Don't flex, boy, because my shit is real I'm sending chills through your body like my man Evander Holyfield (oooh) Everyday is get rough out in my town, that's Staple-town Every other day a body's found, yo Got mad stacks, don't even move, kid, I'm strapped Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack Here's a warning, I gets my meth and my forty and gets lifted And fly in the sky like Mike Jordan [Verse 3: Down Low Recka] Now, here we go, I'm back for more, check the flow Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show Cause niggas is boring, oh, you got me yawning You come and go easy like a Sunday morning Pass the method, I wanna get blunted That's how I knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wanted So I brung it, pass the mic, watch me tongue it Now you done it, tried to flip then you fronted [Chorus] Pass it off, I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip) Pass it off and move back (I'm reaching in my napsack) Pass it off, I wanna flip (Let me show you how) Pass it off (Designated from the style) [Verse 4: Shyheim] Well, I'm a bad little bastard, how can you ask it? Many tried to flip and stick but got blasted And dropkicked by a nigga that's mad sick and wicked Got more skins than a click, kid A rebel that switch his level just like a devil For those who rock heavy metal, I bash you with a shovel Cause me and my boys make noise up and down the block I rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spot Cause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground With a fat sound that funk like James Brown I hope you listen cause I wasn't babbling, no mission A blank eye then run out of ammunition On your ass real fast, no second thoughts, you get blasted So heed the words from the bad little bastard [Chorus] Pass it off, I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip) Pass it off and move back (I'm reaching in my napsack) Pass it off, I wanna flip (Let me show you how) Pass it off (It's the return of the rugged child) Pass it off, I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip) Pass it off and move back (I'm reaching in my napsack) Pass it off, I wanna flip (Let me show you how) Pass it off (Yeah, buck for Staten Isle)