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Shyheim

No Cups

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[Intro: Shyheim]Lil` Jon, take back your cup, sonI`mma smack fire outta one of these niggazRunnin` around with cups and shit, with they names on it...got fuckin` strips... man, listenIt`s the kid, nigga, Shyheim, nigga, what?Uh-huh, they fucked up and let me outThis Bottom Up, Brock Bros., King Just, Shaolin[Shyheim]You don`t get a cup for that sucker shit you doingI can tell you never had real drama from the way you movingYou easy access, dress up like I work for FedExDeliver a bomb in a box to your addressNow you know you ain`t ordered shit, you still gonna open itAlways lookin` for the come up, see, what ya greedy ass hit?Pine casket and some flowers, and your bitch will be fuckin`One of my Bottom Up niggaz, give and take a couple hoursJune Lov`, with this criminal mentality of oursTo eat, shit, shave, and shower with the culture powerYou don`t get a cup, cuz I said you don`t get a cupYou not a gang banger, throwin` your record company sign upHow come nobody on your team, had a gun, when ya man got bodiedY`all just standin` there, feelin` stupid, lookin` down at his bodyAnd if dead niggaz could talk, I bet he said, y`all pussy, probably[Chorus: Shyheim]You don`t get a cup, for them hub cap spinnersYou don`t get a cup, cuz you don`t fuck with the winnersYou don`t get a cup, cuz you ain`t down with ShaolinYou don`t get a cup, cuz y`all niggaz don`t be wildin`You don`t get a cup, cuz you ain`t from the grainAnd you don`t get a cup, cuz niggaz snatched your chainYou don`t get a cup, cuz you runnin` from meAnd you don`t get a cup, cuz I`m the hottest in the street[Shyheim]How the fuck Nick Cannon get a cup?When Nickelodeon kids, don`t even get drinkYour names written in rhinestone, not diamondsThis is for my comrades, with their green cupsStarin` mud up on the Island, gettin` countedDogs in the pound, growlin`, hear the moans of the forgottenMouth all dry, like we suckin` on cottonWe thristy, so y`all better pray for mercyThe state of mind, hip hop`s in right now, hurts meDisgust me, everybody`s thugs, gangstas, and p-i-m-psWe all irregular people, peace[Chorus][Shyheim]2000 box, New York `ocks, a box of topsBe in S.A.Q. so long, they call me sockWho got the drop homey? I got the dropRunnin` up in the spot, with my 40 cal` glockThe money, jewels and your cup is what I came forThen I`m lookin` at the front door, like Main SourceSlidin` off in the 0-4, gray porscheI crucified the game, put the scale on the porchIn memory of my mans, that died for gramsCatch shots, dusted out, with the Wally ChampsScreamin` `fuck everybody`, lickin` shots like stance[Chorus][Outro: Shyheim]Listen, man, there`s 2 type of people, manTrend setters and those who follow trendsMan, life is not a gimmick, manLife is a privalege, see y`all runnin` around here, frontin` manLike we won`t take your life, BI`m serious, man, and go sit up in a boxWith some child shit, and blow some holes and do pushups, niggaMake ya chest big, nigga, beat our dick offa somethingThe black tails, or the butt-mans or somethingKeepin` it gangsta man, Bottom Up, Brock Bros2-0-0-4, to infinity, nigga, remember thatIt`s the God, you know?

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