Trust It’s On

Lyrics

[Intro: Shyheim] Twenty-seven (Shyheim) Yeah, yeah Twenty-seven (Twenty-seven) Microphone check twenty-seven (Shyheim, Wu-Tang Killa Beez) Microphone check [Verse 1: Shyheim] Sealed indictments, made my clique vanish Got me correspondin' with my niggas in Clinton Annex I run when the jiggy come, I'm on probation Can't get caught with another gun, serious business That's why I never be in one spot for more than five minutes A menace like O-Dog, oh Lord You will be a body and your man will be a witness Do it for dolo, Shy needs no assistance If I'm with my niggas, then we co-defendants One love, one thug 'til the last slug Made up mad slang when my phone was bugged You bite so much, your mind on high speed dub Copy my shit, I'll fuck you up in the club You can get your doors, Glocks and .44s What, you think they stop making guns when they made yours? (Huh?) Twenty-seven, we get money, break laws, gettin' you sick We be all up in your pores [Chorus: Infamous Bluesteele] Yo, his head blew Let your guns bust, it's on When you see my fam comin' with the rush, It's on! When we crush, it's on When we flush, it's on! And when my fam get the urge to hit that dust It's on! Yo, his head blew When you trust, it's on! [Verse 2: Shyheim] I'm like Ice Cube, to my shows I bring a Mack 10 With the Teflon vest on, more points than an octagon You can trust it's on, that's my word is bond I put that on Twin, niggas is broke They don't bail out they blood and Then they blood out when I bring the thug out Make them cough up a lung out on the concrete I Roc-A-Fella like Bleek, niggas know me I think your CD is weak, if the shit ain't in my Jeep Straight cheese, skinny nigga but I walk like I'm Cock-Diese Death to my enemy's... [Hook: Infamous Bluesteele] Yo, his head blew Let your guns bust, It's on! When you see my fam commin' with the rush, It's on! When we crush, It's On! When we flush, It's on! And when my fam get the urge to hit that dust It's on! [Verse 3: Infamous Bluesteele] And you can trust it's on, when I be yellin' "blaze 'em"! And if you got the razor, shave 'em! And if you got the 44 to lift 'em up Raise 'em, just don't come Runnin' back to me, sayin' I grazed 'em You grazed 'em, What?!? Son, you better murder the man We leave his body in the soil, so we fertiliin' And if you heard of the plan, then you know how we rock You don't never graze a nigga, make his heartbeat stop And it's hardly not likely of us To leave a nigga leakin' and slightly touched That thing might need to bust cause precisely he bust And he could turn a hard rock, Icee to slush And it might be the trust, that I gave 'em before If Kani get upset, son it's blazin' galore! Shy say, fuck the roof! Son, I'm raising the floor! And my bro don't do shit, that's why you praising the lord (Praising the lord) What?! (Nigga) (Straight Up)