Artist: Shyheim f/ L.E.O. Album: Enter the Bottom Song: The Solution Typed by: Cno Evil [L.E.O.] I'm back like anarchy, top off in a heartbeat These niggas can't off me, smart me, sharp as shark teeth If I don't see how God see, hard me Stand tall like the walls be, flow like the North Sea Saucy off L.I., smell I, like that Paulie Red eye off them pure leafs, of course we, swell pies Tell lies, tell guys, yeah, you good here Get 'em in the hood here, and leave a nigga booked here Pitcher like Randy Johnson, I don't mean baseball Few Rockaway stars, under them radars Them bases is loaded, under them state laws But they on they way home, cuz I'm batting like A-Rod Run home, I hunt domes, clapping that A-R Ay ya'll, the boss smell like backwoods of haze jars I make my brain fog, cloud like rainstorm But I still see shit clear like a sunny ass day Dog, money and that yae raw, yae is pure I'm looking at ya'll plate, ya'll still shaving off eightballs Guess that's the reason, I'm the nigga they hate on Still wit pass, or moving fast in them racecars Make them say God, he just shitting that face ya'll But tell 'em that, I'm the wrong one to try to take on When them trays on, they gone like the night when it break dawn Stay strong, but a leg on, and hang on [Interlude: L.E.O.] Yeah, these niggas better stop coming up with excuses And come up with the solution, you dig? [L.E.O.] Murder capital, have the murderers after you Early morning, tear up your corner, burn up the avenue Then it's, back to the honeycomb, money long Just be alarmed, we arming the Vietnam, when the money gone Then it's, back and forth with henchmen We clap women and children and that's some real shit The cost of war with interest, equal doors off the henges Kill my brother and it's only business, nigga Simple addition, never personal Get murdered out and you ain't even worth that trial Bitch nigga, pull ya skirt down, half of a chick, nigga Half of a chip off a chip, you missed, you don't exist, nigga You admit that description don't fit you, nigga Pescriptions won't fix you, nigga, when them pistols get you niggas It's all about that grip and the trappy, I'm from the M-M-Murder C-C-Capital, and nigga we m-m-murder happy