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Shyne - Shyne lyrics
Swiss, Po Respect our gangsta nigga Lay down [Verse 1:] Whachu know bout holdin out big Tec. Big vest , hollow tips all up in tha kid Neck Po live it up, yellow stones lid it Up Long Johns (siggaz) tuck, it's da kid nigga What Some of ya rap niggaz is girls On my dick yappin, flappin' Fuckin cartoons, These niggaz guns don't go off untill they say lights, camera, action Yo Swiss tell them niggaz eat a Dick Gun up in yo face, bitch that Reary wont Miss Unload da shit then reload da shit Head str8 to da airport and unload sum Bricks No lyin', you niggaz seem me comin down to shoot ya Think I was flyin', 12 syllabus Brookly is mine, nigga move Ova Yea I'm talkin to you. Fuckin Dick Blowa [Chorus:] Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself Cuz it's cool when you fuckin wit a nigga like me Cool when you ridin' wit a nigga like me To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine I'mma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Sine [Verse 2:] Check it All I need in this world of sin Is a crooked lawyer, big rims and a Mac. 10 Ridin' thru da city like I'm used to this Shit Fuck yo vest nigga, my cells will chew thru that Shit Catch a breath, you ain't heard bout that nigga Po Murdah cases diamond faces, Mat-hat-lo' Leavin' pieces of yo brian on yo car Do' Lookin gully in that Bent.on that R.O. L.L. see you niggaz in Hell Soon as they set my bell, I make another Cell Shiet I set my mind at a the early age I was gon' be paid or early graved Whatta fuck i got-ta have, blocks to smash Lots a cash, drop sum Ass This iz da truth, I probebly die in my Coup But I bet you and them bitches that come to get me, I Shoot [Chorus:] Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself Cuz it's cool when you fuckin wit a nigga like me Cool when you ridin' wit a nigga like me To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine I'mma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Sine [Verse 3:] I got my mind on da Shipment Shipment on my Mind Bout to meet these Domanican niggaz at 9 Rhyme, rap, whatta fuck is That Only thing I rap is Ye, nigga die Today Ya got it confused I ain't tryna fill nobody's Shoes I'm juss lookin fo connects nigga Doin' what I Do Back against the wall Against all odds Tune in to my Live nigga, this shit is sicka then OZ Fightin' 'gainst them Crackaz + them killaz gettin' at Us No where to run, so I grab my Gun N' start blazin', this shit got a nigga Agin' I'mma die a Gangsta nigga ain't no Changin' A G. faithfully, momma pray for Me Lil nigga go to school, stay away from Me Got hoez fo you hustlaz Bullets fo you cowards N' dick fo you bitches up in da Trunk-Tower [Chorus:] Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself Cuz it's cool when you fuckin wit a nigga like me Cool when you ridin' wit a nigga like me To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine I'mma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Shine |
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