Pass It Off (Underground Acapella) Shyheim (Ft. Big Daddy Kane, Down Low Recka, Pop Da Brown Hornet & Rubbabandz)

Intro: Shyheim
Yo, y'all crazy, son
Big up June Lova, word up
How you feel Killa Kane?
Comin at'ca like this, word up
Yo, this goes out to my man X
2 Cent and Tone, rest in peace, baby
Representin Staten Island to it's fullest
Keith Murray in the house
Big up Big Daddy Kane
Droppin down on this track

[Shyheim]
You better look out kid cuz I'm the Wu-Tang's smallest artist
When I come thru niggas be jettin like I'm narcotics
I'm the shorty that'll bust but yet I hit the hardest
When I rose up on ya squad just show me where ya heart is
Just start and snitch like a bitch, cold drop a dime
I cut that ass short like a tree of alpine
But I'm not lumberjack, black and a matter of fact
I flip that ass like two kilo's of crack packs
I let off quick like a four-fifth automatic
Who got Static like Spike Lee? I gotta have it
And give it to ya ass raw like a proud faggot
I keep 'em movin like I did on my first LP
I stay true to The Grain of G.P
Word to my motha I could never be a sucka
I Die Hard too, yipee-cahier mothafucka