In Trouble Lyrics - Shyheim

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[Intro: Shyheim]

"In Trouble"

Yeah, yeah, word, what?

"In Trouble"

That's my word, Allah "In Trouble"

Get me out of this one, please!

"In Trouble"

I'll never do it again, for real

"In Trouble"

Word, somebody help me, it's real

"In Trouble"

Please make everything be ok

"In Trouble"

I'm in a well, I can't get out

"In Trouble"

I'm trapped, for real

"When you're down.. in trouble"

I'm tellin' you

"In Trouble"

Nobody gon' be there for you

"And you need some love and care"

Come on, I need you son

I'm tellin' you, you better listen to me

I'm your son and I love you

That's my word

Listen son, listen

Yo yo yo yo

For real, yo, yo, yo

For real, yo, yo, yo

I'ma keep it real, yo, yo, yo

I'ma keep it real

[Shyheim]

Three-to-six facin', new indictment

Plus violation of probation, I had to do the boogie oogie

Absent from court like class, I had to play hookey

The pressure was on, tippy tippy, I'm on my toes

Fuck risin' to the occasion, the temperature been rose

Set it off like intros, blast you and your kin folks

A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio

Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor

We cake up like make up, and in New York

Fuck the daily news, Shyheim, I made the paper

Want a anchor and a lock, drop-top, three-and-a-quarter

My mother in Hell said, "People in Hell want ice water"

It'll be a manslaughter, private-eye, that's an order

I know where them cowards be standin', on the corner

Is it 'caine or money order? One love cousin

I thought it was when it wasn't, the dust had me

buggin'

[Break: Shyheim]

Pssh.. word up son

"When you're down, In Trouble"

When you down, they scatter like roaches

"And you need some love and care"

They be scared to death to pull them burners out them

holsters

Yo, word to my mother, I think they eat holsters

For real, son

But y'all I'ma bring it like, yo..

[Shyheim]

Yo, yo, yo

How the xxxx y'all was thinkin'? Shyheim/Abe Lincoln

So what you ain't hear me on the Clan album, featurin'

At best I'm kept secretive like Mase and trees

Wanna hold me in captive in Babylon like Julias Maccabees

That's blasphemy, Shaolin'll blast for me

I eat niggas like plates, from Applebee's

Wu-Tang Killa Bees, we cause casualties

Collect annual fees, from y'all pussy-ass niggas

Who album should've come with a piece of gum and a tattoo sticker

A lot of my niggas, they've returned to the Earth

And in front of their hurse, I kick the same verse

Cuz everythin' the pastor said was fake and it hurt

[Break: Shyheim]

"In Trouble"

That's my word

Niggas don't be there for real

"And you need some love and care"

Word bond, all you get is a five-- five minute

conversation

Word, they like, "Yo, remember him?"

"In Trouble"

For real, "Remember them?"

Word up, son, man

"And you need some love and care"

God won't even give no flowers on your tombstone

I'm tellin' you, knowin' who is your homies

Niggas'll be stingy that you hang with

Uh, uh, uh..

[Shyheim]

When I was ten years old, I realized that with an O

I could flip that and bring back a brick in coke

Never took a short, never took a snort

Caught a warrant in New York for not appearin' in court

But I'll stilll survive, some of my closest homies died

Murdered in homicides, I just couldn't let it slide

Fuck money, jury and bein' a rap star

I hoped out shootin', soon as my xxxxx stopped the car

Plus Shyheim with the scar did it

That's what everyone said on my trial menace

They thought I was finished, but then I got acquitted

And pied niggas in their eye for the fuckin' spinach

Not for Olive Oyl

[Outro: Shyheim]

Yea, word, for real

This goes out to all my (spoiled) real peoples

"In Trouble"

Graduated, on the real, from the School of Hard Knocks

One thug to the last slug

"In Trouble"

To all my niggas, bein' out for the law

People that come and diss you, official Outlawz

Forms of snakes and all that

"In Trouble"

And all my niggas, man, xxxx a dick 'til you hiccup

Dugly, keepin' it bloody

"And you need some love and care"

Keepin' it real, Shyheim

To my whole family, Shy feel yo

"In Trouble"

We down, but we hold up, son

I'm tellin' y'all

"And you need some love and care"

For real, it's on, nigga

Yea, twenty-seven, we roll up the punches

"In Trouble"

Wu-Tang, we punch, mothafucka

Shaolin, Staten Island

"And you need some love and care"

"When you're down, In Trouble"

"And you need some love and care"

"When you're down, In Trouble"

"And you need some love and care"

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