Furious Anger (Explicit)

Furious Anger - Big L/Masta Killa/Raekwon
Shyheim  the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan  was jumped at
A Staten Island club  and his face still bares the scar
And you will know my name is the lord
Shyheim  yeah
Corleone
Uh-huh  check it out
Y'all niggas be walkin the streets  iced out
Not knowin the walk  so put the price out
To get you stuck and punch ya lights out
Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out
And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up
You got me pissed off  frontin and ya whole clique soft
If ya had ya Roly on  I might cut ya wrist off
Then lick off  and slide ya b**ch off  punk
I hope ya ready for the kick-off
Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off
I done sold coke  sold crack  sold smoke  sold smack
Now I wanna go plat'  can I get it sold plat'
It ain't no part a time out  once I climb out
The garbage can  with 2 nines out  and blow ya spine out
Or I got you cats by a long-shot  every song hot
1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block
I left enough a y'all stinkin
What the f**k was y'all thinkin
My sh*t's tight  ni**a  I spit writin
Yo  what
Young outlaw  the state wanna get rid a me
I'll probably die from the death penalty
Y'all analog  Shyheim I keep it digity
I'm not p**sy so I don't need security
Like Big L  I'm MVP on the street
I did wet more people than the pool and the beach
So be easy  or I'll expose you like shock TV
O G   that's why they put me in a movie
Don't screw me  cause if I punch you in ya face
You'll probably try and sue me  and take me to Judge Judy
Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee
Stapleton Staten Islander  the name's marked on the calender
Ain't no screwin off a silencer  uh-uh
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance
And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy
My brothers  and you will know my name is the lord
If you got somethin to say  then cough it out
Cause niggas be wantin beef  but when you pull out
The heat they ready to talk it out
What is there to talk about
You was just frontin  now it ain't nuttin
Ain't that somethin  I should start bustin anyway
And put one a you punks in the ground
Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round  jumpin around
Like you scarin us  not even
Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin
My name is the lord
Niggas be actin like they hoodlums
Until they get shot up or locked up  now they Bloods and Muslims
In the Wu  benz bang em like a Benz  touch kid nuttin thin
Put his ear to his chin
I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old
Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold
It's untold like the truth  they thirsty for my juice
But when I let loose  have them jumpin out they boots