Wu-Tang Clan - Co-Defendant

Chorus: Hell Razah
You got my back, I got your front
>From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
Take my back, got your front
>From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
Got your back, take my front
>From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
Got my back, got your front
>From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants

Shyheim
I'm a N.W.A. with nineteen shot glizzy
I'm all thugged and Krazyie, Layzie, Flesh, Wish and Bizzy
I'm too wild, you don't wanna see my act up
Police gotta call the national guard for back up
My s**t don't stink, I never touch my link
Shyheim never sleepin, my eyes just cheat me
And my army moves same, same

Hell Razah
Stick him for his mink
Yall on some frontin s**t, amped off a drink
Money like to bring truck, bomb you till you faint
I roll with top rank, soon to judge the angels sing

Shyheim
I'm ghetto like ?sun-do?, Wu-Tang Clansman
We banned from the tunnel,

Hell Razah
We're scorin touchdowns, well yall wack rappers fumble

Shyheim
And talk about the projects, we never see you come through
Catch em at their shows, their hidin in a limo

Hell Razah
We claimin Donnie Brasco, black Robert Deniros
We're dirty street heros in the six double zeros

Shyheim
Benz, glocks with the infer-red lenses
Money over girls, like P, I'm infamous

Hell Razah
Thoughts is infinte, me and Shy run together
Like the current census

Shyheim
We're co-defendants, society's menace
I became a Jon Doe, so I be printed

Chorus: Shyheim

Hell Razah
Aiyyo, it's war faces, I see outside the court cases
See the first chapter become the bone body fracture
I roll with player haters, down to mat rafters
Out to put the gat to anybody playin after
Climbin up ?Jacken's? latter, the common factor
Red hook, never shake hooks or get you s**t took
Black hook indian givers with a sick hook

Shyheim
Hit with the book, I was h*t with the book
I'm a walkin timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm
It's like she said, "I'm a bad mother fker"
When she read my palms, I did armed fkin felony
And with my moms tellin me, a twenty-seven D.V.D.
For reals and mad man, in a instant a raider
Is where we stash the grills
It's all about the hundred dollar bills, nigg* what
If shorty pushes you big, I stick it in her butt

chorus x2: both

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