Shyheim
A/K/A The Rugged Child
Here I Am
[Shyheim]
Chorus: (4x)
(Say yeah) Come on y'all!
Here I am, here I am (Where you at?)
I be the rough cat with a bat and a napsack
Takin all the shorties out with my wicked flow
Wu-Tang on the go, never slow, time to blow
Up so wassup, you better duck or get bucked
By a cool shorty who don't give a flyin fuck
So wassup sonny, don't let me through the gate
The little rascal with a fade and rugged box braids
Son a born terror, a/k/a a rugged child
Niggaz on my tip so hard it be their lifestyle
But I get silky, good for you like milk G
Brothers soundin wack on wax like Milli Vanilli
Uhh, you know I've got the style with the flavor
When I stick you up you need more then lifesavers
If I rob a bank can't forget to be swift
And if he runs his lips that ass will be his
Chorus (4x)
I'm the jam, I slam cause I am the man, hot damn
I swing more beats than Tarzan
I'm a rascal, bad little bastard
Brothers try to gas it but yo I'm not havin it
Chumps try to play me but hey three's a company
Wassup money grip, what's your problem why your bumpin me
What you want beef? Yo Chanel load the Tech-9
Get the bag full of shells cause I'ma get mines boy
I'm a joker and you're just a little three
Cause I roll deep with rascals and G.P.
Kidnapped your girl, don't worry I wont hurt her
But then you try to save her with an all black supersquirter
You got sprayed your girl got the pantyraid
Then she got slayed in an all-out sexcapades
So who are you, don't try and play La Shmoove you ain't cool
Thats why we set it on the new, now what you gonna do?
(It's a Wu thang) You wouldn't understand
(It's a Wu-Tang thang) My man
(It's a Wu thang) You wouldn't understand
(It's a Wu-Tang thang) My man, bust it
I'm slick that's why you sweat my dilznick
Well here's a little trick when I flip the bic (Aww shit)
I hip with the hop that's why I rock non-stop
You say five is live, but I roll and drip drop
Like K-Solo I be the spell bound, let a man down
Here I am, here I am, here I am
L double E you can't F-U-C-K with Emmy
So get it through your fuckin head G
(Staten Island's in the house)
Plus my style shifts back and forth from New York back to down South
Let it rain in the park as I start to spark
To kick the fly rhymes and have you blowin in the dark
(Your punk ass)
Chorus (4x)
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