Big L – Furious Anger

Big L – Furious Anger Lyrics

Artist: Big L
Song: Furious Anger

*report set to “co-defendant” beat*
Shyheim, the youngest member of the wu-tang clan, was jumped at
A staten island club, and his face still bares the scar
*car spinning out of control and crashing*

*beat drops*
*multiple gunshots*
“and you will know my name is the lord…” -} samuel l. jackson
Shyheim, yeah

Corleone
Uh-huh, check it out
Y’all n#gg#s be walkin the streets, iced out
Not knowing the wolves’ll put the price out

To get you stuck and punch ya lights out
Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out
And beat the ho up if you don’t give the dough up
You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft

If ya had ya roly on, i might cut ya wrist off
Then lick off, and slide ya b#tch off, punk
I hope ya ready for the kick-off
Ya flankin n#gg#s and i’m gettin rich off

I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
Now i wanna go plat’, can i get a soul clap
It ain’t no callin time out, once i climb out
The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out

Oh i got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot
1-3-9 and lennox is a strong block
I left enough a y’all stinkin
What the f#ck was y’all thinkin?

My sh#t tight n#gg#, i spit right n#gg#
Yo, what?
Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me
I’ll probably die from the death penalty

Y’all analog, shyheim i keep it digity
I’m not p#ss# so i don’t need security
I did wet more people than the pool and the beach
So be easy, or i’ll expose you like shock tv

O.g., that’s why they put me in a movie
Don’t screw me, cuz if i punch you in ya face
You’ll probably try and sue me, and take me to judge judy
Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don’t fool thee

Stapleton staten islander, your name’s marked on the calendar
Ain’t no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh
*gunshots*
“and i will strike down upon thee with great vengeance

And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy
My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.” -} samuel l. jackson
If you got somethin to say, then cough it out
Cuz n#gg#s be wantin beef, but when you pull out

The heat they ready to talk it out
What is there to talk about?
You was just frontin, now it ain’t nuttin
Ain’t that somethin? i should start bustin anyway

And put one a you punks in the ground
Y’all n#gg#s be killin me with y’all faces frown, jumpin around
Like you scarin us, not even
Cuz me and shy’ gon’ be some thugs til we stop breathin

“my name is the lord…” -} samuel l. jackson
n#gg#s be actin like they hoodlums
Until they get shot up or locked up, now they bloods and muslims
In the bullpens, benz bang em like a benz, touch kid nuttin thin

Put his ear to his chin
I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old
Cuz these playa-hatin n#gg#s wanna block my gold
It’s untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice

But when i let loose, have them jumpin out they boots
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From the album:
Wu Tang Vs. Shaolin Masters [Explicit]
Release Year: 2011