Friday, June 19, 2009

You ain't shy the game
you shy the fame
you shy the style
you shy the guile.
I came to the front with my guns blastin'
now i got mad sticks and stones
hurlin and shit when the times is raw.
I got fuel and molitovs to throw
burn your whole house down
burn your whole crop down
burn your whole town down
burn your whole world down.
Remember you ain't shy the game.
You shy cuz you lame.