Verses From the Arsenal

Lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac & Shyheim] We goin' platinum, nigga, we goin' platinum (Uh) We goin' platinum, nigga, we goin' platinum [Verse 1: Shyheim] Trees'll die to make paper so I can write rhymes on 'em Niggas shoot up the studio tryin' to kill me so I can't record 'em I'm nuclear like hydrogen gases Push my buttons and I bomb the masses 'Pac ain't worry, you know I'm keepin' it live, Thug Life Never sleepin', I'm awake seven days, seven nights I don't give a fuck, don't give a fuck They call me Shy-Two-Times, I say everything twice Niggas be like, "Kid, aight", but that's cynical On the mic I'm invincible Pop your innertube, flatline, 718 crime time Promotin' that live shit 'til I die I'm so high, can't even open my eyes What I do to MCs can't be televised Blood everywhere (Uh-huh), leave you terrified (Yeah) Thuggin' it out, I glorify Do what I gotta do to bring the honey to the hive (No lie) [Chorus: Squig Trust, Shyheim & 2Pac] Verbal intercourse, comin' at you, takin' yours Seagal niggas marked for death, we above the law (What? Uh-huh) Gamble stacks, hustle cracks, cookin' from the raw Peace, nigga, if it ain't, I guarantee it's war Verbal intercourse, comin' at you, takin' yours Seagal niggas marked for death, we above the law (We goin' platinum, nigga) Gamble stacks, hustle cracks, cookin' from the raw (Yeah) Peace, nigga, if it ain't, I guarantee it's war (Take these words home) [Verse 2: Shyheim] Question, why you in my B-I? Spy-ass nigga, actin' like you FBI You gossip like the girls do I'ma smack the shit out you, watch Better get your ox and your Glocks And be screamin', "Shyheim, stop, the cops is comin'" You a lame rapper dude, I wouldn't even write you somethin' This ain't nothin but a verse from my arsenal I reposess styles, I'm the hip-hop marshall Move a whole crowd from a dart I threw I'm headlinin', fuck a single, I perform armed robbery You should've never been braggin' That's why you got carjacked for that Benz-Wagon Bring it down to Philly, let my niggas tag it Groupies, I don't touch 'em (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) 'Cause I ain't tryna get my johnson magic In 1999 it's all about the papes We could take it to the park, I catch wreck off anything in the DJ crate Makin' MCs feel raped Don't make that mistake and step to me [Chorus: Squig Trust, Shyheim & 2Pac] Verbal intercourse, comin' at you, takin' yours Seagal niggas marked for death, we above the law Gamble stacks, hustle cracks, cookin' from the raw (Uh-huh, baow, baow) Peace, nigga, if it ain't, I guarantee it's war Verbal intercourse, comin' at you, takin' yours Seagal niggas marked for death, we above the law (We goin' platinum, nigga) Gamble stacks, hustle cracks, cookin' from the raw (Peace, niggas) Peace, nigga, if it ain't, I guarantee it's war [Outro: Squig Trust & Shyheim] I make money, take money, give me a break money You talk a good one, but your talk is cheap money It's all about showin' and provin' (Bust on 'em, Squig) Show that shit to me, I stick you up and keep it movin' Quick, in and out like the tai, hit 'em up For T.M.F. to take him on the rise, give it up Cash rules, jewels, all your life is a must I get mines, nigga, it's only right, it's Squig Trust