Furious Anger Shyheim, Big L

[00:01.06] (Reporter:) [00:01.95] Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at [00:02.81] A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar. [00:07.37] (Car spinning out of control and crashing) [00:16.42] (Beat drops) [00:17.39] (Multiple gunshots) [00:18.24] (Samuel L. Jackson:) "And you will know my name is the lord... " [00:26.32] (Big L:) [00:27.27] Shyheim, yeah [00:28.19] Corleone [00:29.00] Uh-huh, check it out [00:30.01] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out [00:30.92] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out [00:32.72] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out [00:34.50] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out [00:36.40] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up [00:39.06] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft [00:41.86] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off [00:44.54] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk [00:46.31] I hope ya ready for the kick-off [00:48.17] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off [00:49.91] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack [00:52.72] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat' [00:55.44] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out [00:58.14] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out [01:00.81] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot [01:03.65] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block [01:06.39] I left enough a y'all stinkin [01:08.13] What the fuck was y'all thinkin? [01:09.06] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin [01:11.86] Yo, what? [01:12.79] (Shyheim:) [01:13.62] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me [01:14.56] I'll probably die from the death penalty [01:15.47] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity [01:19.95] I'm not pussy so I don't need security [01:22.66] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street [01:25.30] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach [01:27.17] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV [01:30.83] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie [01:34.40] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face [01:35.37] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy [01:38.15] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee [01:41.72] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender [01:45.30] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh [01:48.05] (Gunshots) [01:51.71] (Samuel L. Jackson:) [01:54.47] "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance [01:57.11] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy [02:03.46] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord." [02:05.28] (Big L:) [02:06.19] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out [02:07.97] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out [02:10.61] The heat they ready to talk it out [02:11.63] What is there to talk about? [02:12.51] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin [02:15.21] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway [02:17.08] And put one a you punks in the ground [02:18.80] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around [02:21.55] Like you scarin us, not even [02:23.45] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin [02:27.05] (Samuel L. Jackson:) "My name is the lord... " [02:27.95] (Shyheim:) [02:28.88] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums [02:29.72] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims [02:32.42] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin [02:36.13] Put his ear to his chin [02:37.98] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old [02:40.63] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold [02:43.40] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice [02:46.12] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots [02:52.53]