"Co-Defendant" lyrics - WU-TANG CLAN

(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
Goin' out altogether 'cause we're co-defendants
Got your back, take my front
From the start to finish
From the start to finish
Goin' out altogether 'cause we're co-defendants
From the start to finish
Got my back, got your front
Goin' out altogether 'cause we're co-defendants (Shyheim) I'm a
N.W.A. with nineteen shot glizzy I'm too wild, you don't wanna see my act up I'm all thugged and
Krazyie,
Layzie,
Flesh,
Wish and
Bizzy
Police gotta call the national guard for back up
Shyheim never sleepin', my eyes just cheat me
My shit don't stink, I never touch my link
And my army moves same, same
Stick him for his mink

(Hell Razah)
Y'all 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) I'm ghetto like'sun-do?,
Wu-Tang
Clansman
We banned from the tunnel,

(Hell Razah)
We're scorin touchdowns, well y'all wack rappers fumble
And talk about the projects, we never see you come through (Shyheim)
Catch 'em at their shows, their hidin in a limo
We claimin
Donnie
Brasco, black
Robert
Deniros

(Hell Razah)
We're dirty street heroes in the six double zeros (Shyheim)
Benz, glocks with the infer-red lenses
Money over bitches, 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

(Chorus: Shyheim)
I became a
Jon
Doe, so I be printed

(Hell Razah)
Aiyyo, it's war faces, I see outside the court cases
See the first chapter become the bone body fracture
Out to put the gat to anybody playin' after I roll with player haters, down to mat rafters
Climbin up?Jacken's? 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 I'm a walkin' timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm
It's like she said, "I'm 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
It's all about the hundred dollar bills,
Nigga what
If shorty pushes you big, I stick it in her butt

(chorus [2x:] both)