Spectacular (feat. Lil' Vicious)

Tune your voicebox up (yo, yo, yo..)

(yo, shyheim man, i think that nigga jealous when i seen him)

Twenty-seven warrant squad, wu-tang killa bee in here

(what's up? kill nigga with the ice cube)

(what it feel like?) yea, yea, yea (if i said, betta dust him)

I swear for real, that story's over son

(come murda with a straw) what? (indian) come on

Fresh off american airlines, first class-enger

You behind the curtain like the 57th passenger

Why you wackin up? faggot

Standin in the front and can't back it up

Me i'm spectacular, rock a avi' and a durag

And mack a fur, shorty with the phat ass

I'm splashin her, her man thinks he a thug cuz he in attica

She deep throated my piss without me asking her

Suck the blood out my dick like dracula

I cause a massacre

Don't miss the grym reaper

Blood'll run outta dem face and drip 'pon dem sneakas

Sick me knife ina dem chest, i still a ram it deepa

Absolute, foreva creepin through ya window

So me sing, melicious, sound bad like a freddie cruger

Attack some pussyhole wit me german luger

See me neva say somethin bout wha, attack dem youths out

Neva know me idolize castro from cuba

Bounty hunter wit gun 'pon me shoulder

Disrespect de killa song, and get told, uh

Shyheim, dem neva know murder-a

Have me gun, hafta ta shot dem, gunshot, move back dem

What's the verdict? guilty, how many times i've heard it

Shyheim should be locked down and murdered

I'm too dirty for detergent, so fuck tide

I bring the drama, ask your honor, my rap sheet rhymes

Queen, posession of a number, stabbin niggaz knives

Observation, direction sales, 20 dimes

B.i., take care of mines, and never wear slacks

Word to big l and sacks, y'all youngings'll get clapped

By this big pun, mad guns from the back of a ac'

Fuck the movies they at, on the screen i react

Parlay, where the trees at? burn somethin

Keep it dirty urine, pigeons say i'm fly, i reply

"who you tellin?", got so much game need my own cartridge

And an office, take 'em through a journey through my mental forest

Regardless, stay bombarded

To american express, ghetto game, i charge it

Keep it on dual lock, gangsta dem 'pon me gun

Be the police, gangsta, pack machine gun

Shot up, informer, put in mind daddy grown

Gangsta and dem guns spar it out

Where dem man? don't be shot me, dem can't say gangsta

Gangsta, don't bet, no baby soldier

So ya betta watch it and hear what me say

Got shyheim killin people in a week or day cuz

What the fuck, nigga?