Chords for Big L & Shyheim - Furious Anger

Shaheen, the youngest [G] member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped in [A] a Staten Island club and his face [Gm] still bears [Ebm] the scar. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ Order it.
And you will know my name is the Lord!
[Ebm] _ Shaheen.
Like.
Holy on.
[Abm] Uh-huh.
Order it.
Check it out. _
Order it.
That [Ebm] niggas be walkin' the streets iced out, not knowin' the rules to put the price out.
They get you stuck and put your [Abm] lights out.
I'll catch a car in the light and smash the light bulb.
And beat the hoe up, and you'll get a dough up.
[Ebm] You got me pissed off, frontin' and your whole clique's off.
If you had your rollie on, I might cut your wrists off [Abm] and lick off a slag to switch off.
Call me when you ready for the kickoff.
You're flexin' and I'm gettin' rich off.
[Ebm] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack.
Now I'm on the gold plaque.
Can I get a slow [Abm] plaque?
It ain't no quarter time out.
Once I climb out the garbage can,
Wu-Tang line's out, and blow your spine [Ebm] out.
I got two cats by a long shot, heavy song hide.
One-three-nine and Lennox is a strong block.
[Abm] I left enough for y'all, slinkin'.
What the fuck was y'all thinkin'?
Minds sit tight, [Ab] nigga.
Eyes spit bright, [Ebm] nigga.
Young Al Law, the state wanna get rid of me.
I'll probably die from the death [Abm] penalty.
Yeah, Anil Law, because Shaheen my key identity.
I'm not pussy, so I don't need [Ebm] security.
Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street.
I done whacked more people than the pool and the [Abm] beach, so be easy.
Oh, I expose you like shop TV.
OT, that's why they put me in the [Ebm] movie.
Don't screw me, because if I punch you in your face, you'll probably try and sue me.
And take me to Judge [Abm] Judy.
Look me in my eyes, because your handshake don't fool me.
Stapleton, Staten Island, duh.
Your [Ebm] name's marked on the calendar.
Ain't no screwing North of Staten Island, son.
Uh-uh.
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ And I will strike down upon thee with [Ebm] great vengeance and furious anger.
Those who attempt to [Abm] poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is Law.
[Ebm] You got something to say, then cough it out.
Because niggas be wanting beef, but when you pull out the heat, they ready to [Abm] talk it out.
What is there to talk about?
You was just frontin', now it ain't nothin'.
Ain't that something?
I could start [Gb] busting [Ebm] anyway, and put one of you punks in the ground.
That niggas be killing me with y'all faces frowned.
Jumping around [Abm] like you scaring us, not even.
Cause me and Shaq gon' be stuck till we stop breathing.
[Ebm] Niggas be acting like they hoodlums, until they get shot up.
A lockup, now they bloods ain't [Abm] Muslims.
In the bullpen, spank them like a Benz.
Touch kid, nothing to him.
Put his ear to his chin, [Ebm] I gotta win and beat this game and die rich and old.
Cause they playin' and niggas wanna block my goal.
[Abm] It's untold like the truth.
They know me for my truth.
Who will not let loose?
Have them jumping out their [Ebm] boots.
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