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[chorus: hell razah]
You got my back, I got your front
>from the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause were co-defendants
Take my back, got your front
>from the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause were co-defendants
Got your back, take my front
>from the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause were co-defendants
Got my back, got your front
>from the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause were co-defendants

[shyheim]
Im a n.w.a. with nineteen shot glizzy
Im all thugged and krazyie, layzie, flesh, wish and bizzy
Im too wild, you dont wanna see my act up
Police gotta call the national guard for back up
My shit dont 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 niggaz on some frontin shit, 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]
Im ghetto like ? sun-do? , wu-tang clansman
We banned from the tunnel,

[hell razah]
Were 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
Were dirty street heros in the six double zeros

[shyheim]
Benz, glocks with the infer-red lenses
Money over bitches, like p, Im infamous

[hell razah]
Thoughts is infinte, me and shy run together
Like the current census

[shyheim]
Were co-defendants, societys menace
I became a jon doe, so I be printed

[chorus: shyheim]

[hell razah]
Aiyyo, its 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 ? jackens? latter, the common factor
Red hook, never shake hooks or get you shit took
Black hook indian givers with a sick hook

[shyheim]
Hit with the book, I was hit with the book
Im a walkin timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm
Its like she said, Im a bad mother fucker
When she read my palms, I did armed fuckin 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
Its all about the hundred dollar bills, nigga what
If shorty pushes you big, I stick it in her butt

[chorus x2: both]