Co-Defendant - Shyheim, Hell Razah

You got my back, I got your front

From start to finish

Goin' out altogether cause we’re co-defendants

Take my back, got your front

From start to finish

Goin' out altogether cause we’re co-defendants

Got your back, take my front

From start to finish

Goin' out altogether cause we’re co-defendants

Got my back, got your front

From start to finish

Goin' out altogether cause we’re co-defendants

I’m a N.W.A.

with a nineteen shot glizzy

I’m Mo' Thug than 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 shit don’t stink, I never tuck my link

Shyheim never sleepin, my eyes just chinky

And my army moves same, same

Stick him for his mink

Yall niggas on some frontin shit, amped off a drink

Money like the Brinks truck, bomb you till you faint

I roll with top rank, soon to judge the angels sing

I’m ghetto like SunDu, Wu-Tang Clansman

We banned from the tunnel

We’re scorin touchdowns, while yall wack rappers fumble

And talk about the projects, we never see you come through

Catch em at their shows, they’re hidin in a limo

We claimin Donnie Brasco, black Robert Deniros

We’re dirty street heros in the six double zeros

Benzes, Glocks with the infra-red lenses

Money over bitches, like P, I’m infamous

Thoughts is infinte, me and Shy run together

Like concurrent sentences

We’re co-defendants, society’s menace

I became a Jon Doe, so I can’t be printed

Aiyyo, it’s war faces, I see outside the court cases

Ezekiel, first chapter comes the bone body fracture

I roll with player haters, down to mad rappers

Out to put the gat to anybody playin actor

Climbin up Jacob’s Ladder, the common factor

Red hook, never shook, crooks, you get your shit took

Black hook indian givers with a sick look

Hit with the book, I was hit with the book

I’m a walkin timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm

The psychic said, «I'm a bad muhfucka»

When she read my palms, I been armed fuck a felony

And with my moms tellin me, I’m twenty-seven D.B.D

For reals in a magnet, in the incenerator

Is where we stash the krills

It’s all about the hundred dollar bills, Nigga what

If shorty pussy too big, I stick it in her butt