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(Shyne)
Yeah, yeah This ones for my Brooklyn playboys This ones for my L.A. playboys This ones for my Chi-town playboys ATL, down south NC, SC Where you be? Come on, just play it with me (Shyne) When it come to hoes, we don't love not one Fuckin a friend ain't no option It's a must, her friend assists like Stockton When we fuck, I gotta have two not one She know a freaky nigga like me Get her wet then I'm out like strike three No doubt, make her girlfriend eat her out After we fuck then the exit beat her out Believe me, we don't love them hoes Break out, after we dug them hoes You wanna stay bitch, what'cha talkin 'bout? Get your shoes on, and start walkin on Hook: Slimm + Shyne Get out, I don't wanna hug you Get out, bitch I don't love you Get out, what'cha talkin 'bout Get your shoes on and start walkin (Shyne) You know you hittin, you got me lickin the hole Before I'm stickin the hole up in my face In the place most niggas don't see love drug baby I'm about to O.D. cocaine pussy One stroke be a whole ki You're feminine, hood from heaven an' I'll do anything, orals to S and M Keep you satisfied, back ?certified? Come and take a ride, I'll be your great adventure Tell ya friends I bent'cha, who sent'cha? Must'a been God, my bedroom angel taken Lovin the curves as you purr while im stroking Grabbin ya hair, dont'cha dare shed a tear You a good girl, don't cry Shake that thang that I give Throw ya back as I dig Like a broke matress you had me sprung out But ain't nothin changed you got to get out Hook To all my niggas that know what I mean When you fuck a bitch good she don't wanna leave I go through this all the time Bitch act like she don't see the exit sign Start cryin, how much she love Shyne Thats the same thing she told my man Brian What the fuck, she think I'm stupid? Don't know my pimp blood is deeply rooted Inherited, that be my heritage That I dont give a fuck about bitch fetishes So when we fuck and its over Throw ya pocketbook on ya shoulder Put your shoes on and hit the road I'll kick ya last name once, bitch and roll Hook x2 |
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| 2. |
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[Bob Marley - No more troubles] No no no more troubles. No more troubles [Shyne] We ain't the problem nigga [Bob Marley Sample] We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble [Shyne] I ain't the problem Solve me, if I am ever solved motherfuckers Solve the shit I insist I ain't goin' nowhere I hear ya'all motherfuckers talking complainin It's too this .. It's too dogg .. It's too valid yea yea See what the fuck happens when the CIA conspired? Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow Man, black people don't own no ports or boats So tell me how the fuck we gettin all this coke? Offa knowledge I choke Spitting up truths hopin The young youth a soldier hear me dearly G.W. Bush fear me They know I know, they want to sweep us under rugs Hopin we just keep killin, shootin each other with slugs Look up above and pray to god he protect me From these cold jurors and the heartless judge Imagine, grow'n up and never haven't Faggot ass pops actin like you never happened FUCKED UP Watching the tears stream down yo mammas cheek She helpless in the kitchen looking for eats PEACE [Bob Marley Sample - no more touble sample] [Shyne] Yea nigga .. I'm here. what the fuck ya'll gunna do about it? huh? Do somethin about me Call my source. ya hear me? feel me? [Bob Marley Sample - no more trouble sample] [Shyne] Stop talkin bout Stop talkin bout how fucked up I am Get me right, save me nigga ... huh? I'm a snort away from an overdose A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope I never asked to be here In this maze to an early grave Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales Trying to post bond on this oversized bail Hopin' my vest don't give as the bullets come in hail *pop pop* How dare ya'all point the finger at me Cuz I'm a straight g Sin't that what its supposed to be? Shit. I'm just following the tradition of ?Joe Kenny? Bootlegging ties with the mob n shit Capitalism..money and power Catch me in the trump tower with a honey and powder I feel the shadows death is comin to an end My lifes slippin from me, ya'll niggaz is funny Tell me shyne po, he can't get that money FUCK am I supposed to do, nigga starve and go hungry? RIGHT [No More Troubles Sample] [Shyne] Im here. We here. Ain't goin nowhere Problems is startin to happen And we was at fault? Nigga this shit has been goin on nigga 300 years motherfuckers SHHHHHHH Close ya eyes,listen. hear my heart beatin? Po's racing, I can't take it The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it Only god knows if I make it Walking through the depths of hell It's hard for me to smile When I'm innocent and still, I'm facing trial GOD save me Secret societies manipulating the dumb def and blind and yet they want to blame it on shyne like I'm responsible for the countries murder rate responsible for babies born high off base this shits is bigger than me, I told ya'all I'm just a pawn so is Boy George sippin ?nick bawns? I hope my babies havin babies pushin rhymes Its a brighter day if you just let it beyond To my moms I'm sorry for the pain I've caused your baby boys dying of a broken heart got ties to my own blood walking to the eternal fire crack money in the dryer [No More Troubles sample till fade] |
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| 4:38 |
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[Foxy] Gyeah [Shyne] Gyeah, walk with me [Foxy] Gyeah, It's like New York's been soft ever since my nigga Shyne been sittin' in prison yeah [Verse 1 - Shyne] Check it, sip things sick rings, this shit is sickening Sick chains sick aim, 5th bang 5th frame Bail money lawyers actin' funny when I come thru Hit 'em with a bundle on a humble Couple notes, seen boys arms with a rolls said I want one too What the fuck I'm gone do But get it if it's there to be gotten till I'm driving by And I'm rockin' sideways muthafucka crime pays I need it I'll get it I got it I'll shop it I'll double the profit And bubble the pockets, I'm living to die Niggaz talk fly 'til I walk by and pop somethin' Muthafuckas forgot somethin', I'm not frontin' This ain't rap, music this ain't that You fuck around I'll have you sleepin' where the saints at Sincerely yours Shyne muthafuckin' Po Bitch get yo bags hit the muthafuckin' door [Hook] May the angels walk with me, more or less Big things, Big rims nigga, more or less Fuckin' big stars in big cars, more or less I can say I seen it all and done it all, more or less [Verse 2] G is a G, a key is a key a snitch is a fish With no fins that can't swim when I dump him in the river Charcoal gray are, 12 cylinders bulletproof sentences Trial date tentative I sound like who, ya'll sound like trash Get off my dick and pass my cash They don't do it cause I rap about it I rap about it cause they do it My musics the conduet to a ticket I live it Bitch nigga I cook it and pitch it By the prints that bought the shit and ditch it Hip Hop ain't responsible for balancing America America's responsible for balancing America Back to the flow nose full of dough Rolls full of hoe's leave a nigga clothes full of holes The schools didn't want me so the drug dealers taught me Simple math step on it twice and bring 'em back Get 4 times what you paid divide the labor costs And still come away with enough to play And I see the same shit niggaz younger than me Runnin' the streets lookin for somethin' to eat [Hook] 2x May the angels walk with me, more or less Big things, Big rims nigga, more or less Fuckin' big stars in big cars, more or less I can say I seen it all and done it all, more or less [Verse 3] Ole boy betta get down better run for cover When I spit rounds ah you in some shit now Get found slit down to the white meat I'm from Brooklyn Vietnam nigga I like beef But being a bird in the street double plight Livin' a troubled life, father was a jerk Moms had to work, poppy had to work So I did what any real nigga would do Got in front of the stove now I got the shit sowed Fuck you punk niggaz witcho punk cash With the punk blast put yo punk ass in the trunk fast The fuck y'all thought I buried niggaz in walls, I'ma trill muthafucka after all Point blank shootin niggaz point blank all the way to the bank Rip yo face off then I'll take off The difference between me and them, you won't be seein' them No more, nigga secrets of war [Hook] 4x May the angels walk with me, more or less Big things, Big rims nigga, more or less Fuckin' big stars in big cars, more or less I can say I seen it all and done it all, more or less |
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| 4. |
| 4:30 |
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What you know 'bout rollin' out? Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck Po live it up, yellow stones lit it up Long John eagle tucked, it's the kid, nigga what? Some of y'all rap niggaz is girls Hold my dick, gappin' and flappin' Fuckin' cartoons These niggaz guns don't go off until they say, "Lights, camera, action!" Yo Swizz, tell them niggaz, "Eat a dick" Gun up in your face bitch, that way we don't miss Unload the shit, then reload the shit Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks No lying, you niggaz see me comin' down the streets You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders Brooklyn is mine nigga, move over Yeah I'm talkin' to you - fuckin' dick blower [Chorus - Shyne] (Mashonda) For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me To all my Marla Mable bitches just (shine) To all my niggaz keep it gully just (shine) To all the ghettos in America (shine) I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga (shine) Check it, aiyyo All I need in this world of sin Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a Mac 10 Ridin' through the city like I'm used to this shit Fuck ya vest nigga, my shells chew through that shit Catch ya breath, you ain't heard about that nigga Po? Murder cases, downin' faces, Manhat' low Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do' Lookin' gully in that Bent or that R-O L-L, see you niggaz in hell Soon as they set my bail, I make another sale Shit, I set my mind at an early age I was either gon' be paid or an early grave What the fuck? I got to have - Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and ass This is the truth, I probably die in my coupe But I bet you only bitches dont come get me and shoot [Chorus] (Mashonda) For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me To all my Marla Mable bitches just (shine) To all my niggaz keep it gully just (shine) To all the ghettos in America (shine) I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga (shine) I got my mind on this shipment, shipment on my mind Bout to meet these Dominican niggaz at 9 Rhyme, rap - the fuck is that? Only thing I wrap is yea that nigga, died today Y'all got me confused, I ain't tryin' to fill nobody's shoes I'm just lookin' for connects nigga, doin' what I do Back against the wall, against all odds Tune in to my life nigga, this shit is sicker than Nas Fightin' against them crackers, plus them killers getting at us Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun And start blazin', this shit got a nigga aging I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin' A G faithfully, mama pray for me Yo nigga, go to school, stay away from me Got horse for you hustlers, bullets for you cowards And dick for you bitches, up in the Trump Tower [Chorus] (Mashonda) For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me To all my Marla Mable bitches just (shine) To all my niggaz keep it gully just (shine) To all the ghettos in America (shine) I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga (shine) |
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| 4:55 |
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Pshhhh pshhhh Uhh [Verse 1] Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cake Maybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped What I see is straight bug, straight thoro Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs Rather look at the facts not the hype Like who got shot and who got knifed Who keep gettin struck, but don't neva strike Hope the beef go away but the feds indict I know yo card nigga, it's so clear You juss wanna sell record you don't want warfare You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide These niggaz would've died if they shot me nine times Heyy it's juss for the best Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it [Hook] And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry When they losin' their life When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights [Verse 2] You ain't kill humma 'cause if you did Why you ain't get the pen after all of that hit You know I know, that if you live That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut Yoo pac's a nigga, nobody got shot Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what Okay okay killa you'sa slut Think about it, enoughs enoughs I'm tryna show 'em whoes who And what is what I mean how can I respect you When them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you ( not nobody ) You know where they are, where they perform Bust yo gun, stop makin songs Please no more ghetto quran You got money now it's time to bomb And that's juss fo the top Take this mob shit seriouse please respect it And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart(2x) Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum [Verse 3] Death of perfection as I move witout motion Ain't no nigga in his game doin the shit that I'm quotin' Take a good look 'cause you'll neva a see enought of me Might be sum otha g's tryna trace n color me But I believe in the ways of old Slice these niggaz throat tryna tell on po That shouldn't excist, fuckin snitch Cut of his dick, put it on his lips You really think I was gon' let you slide Fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind You really think jail was gon' make thinks right nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life I was mindin' my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout po I was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go I ain't lyin this is the mob You got yo break come finish yo job Juss don't get the feds involved And I'mma reunite you wit yo moms Rip I guess this ain't juss music Cuz jail only made me much mo' ruthless (nigga) And the bitch nigga knew this That's why he tryed to sign me to g-unit Tell 'em how you made me offers ( I don't want that blood I'mma godfather) Jumped on every street corner Hurts yo heart that you don't get that honor The feds I paid fo that 10 years up top I sell 'em much shop Both of ya was blood Took the bus wit cuz Want gun fo gun I earned my lug You, you juss pathetic You neva bg, bespite yo average Take this mob shit serioue, you gon' respect it Tha's juss fo the record [Hook] And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry When they losin' their life When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like It's my work by the surf when they turn off the light |
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| 3:53 |
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[Talking] Shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating, Yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better [Verse 1] Walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing Rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats Only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the fuck wanna die old On this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt It's better then living searchin treasure That only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing me Ain't no hope left in me Live everyday like it's my last Waitin' to meet my niggaz that passed At last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the cross Here these stupid motherfuckers, they still lost I'll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights And nights he thought he would die, what did he do Did he grab his gun and a bust shot? Get on my knees praise Big and go fuck with Pac Find out did he really take 5 shots Ask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds? Couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggaz ain't braille Like that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain't fight back [Chorus] If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose If you had a choice [Verse 2] Life ain't real its a dream we see tomorrow Reality, shit that's pain and sorrow Reality, disaster beat breaks, A little girl up in the projects gettin raped Reality's a nigga gettin rock shot 41 times And you askin why I run from one time I don't even get justice, Nigga sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind Reality's fucked up, like a hard workin mother, losing her job The battle of good and evil Like the devil, ain't losing for god, we on lucifer's squad Not knowing what the fuck it all mean I can't even, get a can of sardines Niggaz driving bentley's, burning money, I'm yearnin money Taking your shit, I'm earning money Yet you call me a thief I call me a broke nigga trying to eat On this earth suffering, why its like that Guess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve [Chorus] If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose If you had a choice [Verse 3] Hold your latex, from nuns I take sex, Play chess, with the devil from the sky Like rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow Beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I need some help ox See them meadow officers watchin' myself rot Ice pick and cell blocks Hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanes Niggaz that know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter Slice birthday cakes with box cutters I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, reality Observe me, on a journey puttin niggaz on gurneys till I meet my maker And I need my ama ? fuck Guiliani and Howard Seiffler [Chorus] If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose If you had a choice |
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| 3:43 |
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Yeah Shyne Gangland Ha, Murder Inc [Ashanti] Oooooh Ya Ha Ya [Shyne] Alright, turn the beat up I see you ok I see you Ma In ya $1000 weave, masterpiece diamond face on ya sleeve, Pell Ma Nay?! Waist petite, Alright! Jimmy Choo shoes on ya feet, you right Slide in the side the spida I know you tired of guys that try to lie to slide aside ya Forget about that, lets go Forget about rap, I'm Po! I mean really I been gettin money since niggaz is rappin funny I'm fast as shit Cause you look like you got ya head right I just hope you can give head right Racin through eggshell headlights New York is mine Relax ya mind [Hook - Ashanti] Ha Ha Haaa Haa Can't nobody Do them things we do Can't nobody Touch me like you do Can't nobody Love me like you do Can't nobody Be like me and you This is me Who else you expected Ring down to the necklace Some hoes say I'm sexist Cause all I wanna do is stuff coke in they breasts Sit back with stacks, count money In the zone, up on the throne Like bitch c'mon I need a Prada chick to take this dick and take this brick and bake this shit Basic shit We can go shoppin and buy sum things up in harry Winston ma try sum rings I have you feelin like you was Princess Di So much cuts on your wrist Think you try suicide No lie you ain't heard extensive trips Expensive whips you ain't see nothing like this not in ya life if I ain't that nigga shit you lookin lucky [Hook] Ha Ha Haaa Haa Can't nobody Do them things we do Can't nobody Touch me like you do Can't nobody Love me like you do Can't nobody Be like me and you Who gon cop them hoes? Po Who gon rock them gloves? Po! Who gon pop them fo's Po Well I'm glad you know You don't need to ask who hotter You notta, me lava Shyne whammy gotta! See you niggaz in hell And thaz ? Feds wanna tell Just post bail Million cash Now you know that ain't rappin pimpin Please believe that its how you smoke like me its chess when I clap 'em up that ain't enough, back 'em up Niggaz talking real greasy on them rap records Like I wont strip ya naked and take ya necklace Give it to my soldiers like, 'Hold this' |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on Oh no, big Shyne Po Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don't jam (bang bang) I'm tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased 360 ki's Money make the world spin I make your chest smoke Have your mother singing hymms Particles of your brains up on your tims Kiss you before I twist you 170 miles Headed for disaster faster I put it down right Bustin off these rounds like Real niggaz is kings You ain't rockin' that crown right Harder more PK watches Topless, bitches in cars Only meals could heal my scars [Chorus] Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me Allegations got me pacin' Grand jury wouldn't understand my fury For fast cars and jewelry I could give a fuck if there's a heaven for a G This is heaven for me Go to trial never plea Do a bullet and come home to the throne I don't rhyme, I just talk about this life that's mine I've seen niggaz die, in front of my eyes Doin' my filth Niggaz is expiring like milk Different strokes for different folks Just give me, different coke in different boats Black Aristotle Onassis All I see is crack addicts and automatics You rap niggaz is faggots Y'all cannot be serious I'm in coupes with gucci interiors Airin' out your areas Tech nines, two in the flex and shit Lookin' at myself like Yo, I'm the best in this [Chorus] Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me Sometimes I really wonder What's it all about? How many bitches can I fuck until I get out How many ki's can I cut, guns can I bust Wigs can I push, spots can I juck Every single one, cuz I'm a fuckin' savage Til I'm cremated, most hated, self made Blood type G All these young hustlers wanna bubble like me They supposed to Sippin on syrup, until I perish Pickin' bitches off the run-way Look forward to, gun-play Go to sleep with one eye shut Wake up and do the same shit I ain't never gonna change bitch And that's the cycle I don't wanna be like Michael More like Darrell Porter Gettin' shipments at the border Yeah, it's a wrappity wrap [Chorus] Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me |
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| 4:19 |
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[Shyne] Uh huh [Foxy Brown] Uh [Shyne] Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That's right) [Foxy Brown] Yo yo ... Live from the seven-one-eight y'all Murder City [Shyne] Lay down nigga (It's the Ill Na Na) Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand? (Let's go) [Shyne] Ride with me as I race through ya hood Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin' Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys Some hustler flip girls instead of boys Keep filthy laweys, for when the FEDs annoy us We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus And the Street Lords and Truly Yours Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust Bleed for the streets love the war My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz Motor City to Brooklyn Veitnam Nigga it's on till my flesh is gone And even then I live on in gangsta form [Chorus] What you know about that? Macs and cash nigga how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up livin' it up, nigga what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours [Foxy Brown] It's the "Godfather Buried Alive" Ayo Po it's the Ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0 Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out Yall got a muthafuckin problem when my dude get out Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guiness Stout Thats my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside & Nostrond In the butter scotch Rover I'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up I'm hot steppin in the pink staline seven I'ma stunt till BIG tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven See through niggaz take they time like a man We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me though.. [Chorus] What you know about that? Macs and cash nigga how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up livin' it up, nigga what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours [Shyne] Money, cars, guns, hoes Sniff some blow and I'm good to go Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated Most hated nigga read the affidavit Uh racing loud pipes big fucking exhausts burning the turnpike My game so tight I arouse dikes You punk rappers should paying me publishing the way you write And be sampling my life, every line in your rhyme Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya Who wouldn't? Young nigga catching charges Continental Ts parked in garages Menages, odds is I'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it I admit it I was watching New Jack City And fucking with ?Goodfellas? Uncle Paul got me dying to ball Every thing I talk about I live it All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it I was designed to hold nines, and grind Step out of line put you in that white line Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin change You know the game jet planes and cocaine And what I say might be held against me I don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest nigga in New York [Chorus] What you know about that? Macs and cash nigga how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up livin' it up, nigga what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours |
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| 4:15 |
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[Verse 1] Uh uh, Uh, Uh Ayo, mac 10s and fake friends Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fucking nigga face 'em But I'm still trill, still holdin Rollin gully until I'm froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid Veins pumpin ice First some 15 keep that king pumping right Hard white, cold cash Hold fast, fold fast, through the city so gas No ass Straight head bitch, I'm one a from the feds Fuck comma raps, same G and canna All I got in this world is my fifth dick and nana Gangsta mannerism lyrical vandalism Niggaz be burnin up their gums until the fucking hammers hit 'em Who need help? Well until then I'ma take that mac off the shelf and hold the fucking street hostage Blowing smoke out my nostril Every breath is a step to a non-time in death [Hook 2X] I wanna know where to go Need a place in my mind I can rest Cause this time is running out for my flesh Dried up, sittin' in a chair fried up [Verse 2] You know me; I don't need no introduction in this Big gun, big dick, half of a meal on the wrist Sittin in my continental thinkin' about potential connects I live in all, just pencil the best Parts of the live of a quintessential hustler When I pull a slide back Motherfuckers be hoppin' their faces don't get left open You understand? Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin' Shyne Po, dough, stack, y'all Rap niggaz is trash I don't give a fuck how much records you sold Tryin' to be me Keep it real dog, you'll die to be me You wanna know how it feel, don't you? To have a murder charge, took gun to the American Music Awards And live life against stars Doing 170 screaming "FUCK THE WORLD" (gangsta get outta the car) [Hook 2X] I wanna know where to go Need a place in my mind I can rest Cause this time is running out for my flesh Dried up, sittin' in a chair fried up [Verse 3] Where the fuck them niggaz at? We gonna handle this beef Turn your mic off bitch; see me in the street Fuck peace 'til I'm rest in the dried up flesh is finish I don't know how to tell until I'm in the morgue Dysfunctional, highly uncomfortable paranoid Without the extra clip (bitch), try me I'll puncture you Had niggaz waking up with wings in their backs, halos in their head like "Ayo I'm dead" Can a knight fucking princess Diana type Vane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, hand of ice They said too much for the motor mind to comprehend Walk wit me, pause take a breath Things ain't just the same for gangstas Sleeping in diamond, it's fucking up the game for gangstas While charges tryin to ring a gangsta Through it all I maintain my gangsta [Hook until fade] I wanna know where to go Need a place in my mind I can rest Cause this time is running out for my flesh Dried up, sittin' in a chair fried up |
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Heeeyyy!!
Yeah! Po! For all my niggas locked under the cell (this gangsta mash) All my niggas (turn this shit up) in Heaven While niggas was alive it was Hell, gotta be Heaven after that Check it <i>[Verse 1]</i> P-O, nuthin more to it I'm gully, what I really been through it From the stoop to the coupe and everything in between Vicariously through me niggas live out they dreams All the ones in the sky are up in the Bing I do it for them when I'm cracking them rims See me doing donuts over pot holes Bustin' off Roscoes like fuck it I'll buy a new set tomorrow I'm the horror the system built Suck liquor out my moms tits instead of milk I'm society's filth, shit I feel no guilt Welfare couldn't feed Po, what the fuck I need more (mo' mo' mo') Catch me posted up in one pivot By the looks of my arm and palm its been a blizzard Bitches wanna know who that nigga Po? When you think of me just think of snow All white hard white masterpiece all white it's alright I could take you out the Nikes and put you in some things Have you lookin' like somethin', diamond buttons It's the predicate felon, million dollar rhetoric Tellin' spittin' thesis from my Corniches Leaving niggas speechless, can't talk with a gun in your throat Yeah I'm loke, been around to much dope All my life brain ain't never been right Don't hear shit I ear shit Niggas lose sight, it's bigger than mic's Come fuck with the kid OG's look at me like that's how I live Niggas look from the sky like yeah I still live Resurrected through the necklace or the gold-coated SIG Gangsta's never die as long as I'm alive And when I go its gon' be another Po <i>[Chorus]</i> For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me Everything that I do When you see that watch blue its for you When you see that coupe with no roof its for you For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me Everything that I do Kid that I fried around the way was for you This connect that I tied the other day was for you <i>[Verse 2]</i> Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and yellow rocks Its the number one gunner pop-pa-pop-pop! Hard top, windows black, that's the way I gangsta mash Coming through bumping Thriller like I'm really a killer Who you know fuckin' with me? Them niggas is bitter Know I hit you when it's burning and numb Who you? Screw you just for burning your gums Get it right - I'm him, y'all just rhymin Noise over beats y'all niggas hymen Ma this shit is real, I'm buying jet fuel And the cuts on my shit is Princess Blue You fuck with the kid, you get Princess too (fa' sho') What? Your boyfriend a rapper? This between me and you And that's just how my niggas would want it America's most-wanted, station name: P-O Niggas know <i>[Chorus]</i> For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me Everything that I do When you see that watch blue its for you When you see that coupe with no roof its for you For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me Everything that I do Kid that I fried around the way was for you Connect that I tied the other day was for you All my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me Everything that I do Bitch I hit with the long dick was for you Bong! Bong! 8 times its for you All my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me Walk with me, talk with me Let that sawed off shit bark off with me What's up with my niggas? I'm with my niggas Pus, Pee, windy facilities, Sauce, Neil, uh... |
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I spit and reload things Since livin was gold rings Fuck a piece of the pie nigga Gimme the whole thing I done seen death, seen less, seen more Feed morphines to more fiends than you've ever seen It's pain I deliver reflection Every word like a mirror Bigger picture I try to keep shit in perspective Dumbs out, guns out til my time runs out Capitalistic driving force got no remorse But I feel shit catching up Time wrappin' up Shyne had enough, still I can't have enough Something bout the engine roarin' Soarin', wind in my face Top down, take me to another place [Chorus] Diamonds and Mac-10's Tell a friend Yellow bottles, models, hollows Til my very end Catchin up to God quicker High off this liquor Niggaz come to get yours betta Know theyre comin with ya [Repeat] The day I stuck my head out my mother's womb I was doomed Repeatin' the lords prayers sittin' in this court room I'm cursed We havin dreams of leavin here up in a hearse I wonder when I close my eyes will it hurt? I'm suicidal Can't take this pressure or this pain Too much for these young eyes Real G's don't die, that's a lie Cuz I'm dyin inside, cryin' inside Look at me sweatin', palms shakin, hidin' inside Drive bys and quarter ki's This ain't what it oughta be Almost caught a ki Theyre tellin me that theres more to see God listen, it was him or me Sorry for the choices I chose The bricks that I sold The voices I rolled The concrete roads Accept me as I come into your presence [Chorus x2] Diamonds and Mac-10's Tell a friend Yellow bottles, models, hollows Til my very end Catchin up to God quicker High off this liquor Niggaz come to get yours betta Know theyre comin with ya What's it all about? Sittin in this jail house Eleven counts, but only one count Thats the color of my skin Black robes, white justice Clarence Thomas is a motherfuckin puppet Murder anyone over 21 Through my travels I've seen barrels and gavels Diamonds and Castles Caught up in this solution called life When you bitch niggaz is shootin', aim right Say goodnight to the bad guy Last time you're gonna see a bad guy like me I'm the last of the dying breed Hope these words burn your brain Find a place in your heart Close my eyes and pray in the dark Ask God what's the meaning? Leavin niggaz screaming Bullet holes bleeding, I see demons [Chorus x3] Diamonds and Mac-10's Tell a friend Yellow bottles, models, hollows Til my very end Catchin up to God quicker High off this liquor Niggaz come to get yours betta Know theyre comin with ya Diamonds and Mac-10's Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's Tell a friend |
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