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Shyne - Here With Me lyrics
[Shyne] P-O, nothing more to it I'm gully, what, I've really been through it From the stoupe to the coup and anything in between I carry a sleet through me, niggaz live out they dreams Throw the ones in the sky or up in the bing I do it for them, when I'm crackin' them rims See me doing solo, silver pot holes Bustin' off Roscoe's, like fuck it, I'll buy a new set tomorrow I'm the horror, the system belt Suck liquor, out my mom's tits, instead of milk I'm society's filth, shit, I feel no guilt Well fear couldn't feed Po, what the fuck, I need mo' Mo', mo', catch me posted up on one Pivot By the looks of my arm and palm, it's been a blizzard Bitches wanna know, who that nigga Po When you think of me, just think of snow Call white, hard white, masterpiece, all white It's alright, I could take you out tonight And put you in some things Have you lookin' like something, diamonds, buttons It's the predicate felon, millionaire dollar rederick Tellin', spittin' thesis, for my connections Leave a nigga speechless, can't talk with a gun in your throat Yeah, I'm loc'd, been around too much dope All my life, brain ain't never been right Don't hear shit, I air shit, niggaz lose sight It's bigger than mics, come fuck with the kid O.G.'s look at me, like that's how I live Niggaz look from the sky, like, yeah I stay live Resurrected through the necklace or the gold coated six Gangsta never die, as long as I'm alive And when I go, it's gon' be another Po [Chorus: Shyne] For all my niggaz who ain't here with me You still here with me, everything that I do When you see that watch blue, it's for you When you see that coupe with no roof, it's for you For all my niggaz who ain't here with me You still here with me, everything that I do Kid that I fried around the way, was for for you Connect that I tied the other day, was for you [Shyne] Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and, yellow rocks It's the number one gunner, pop pa-pop pop Hard top, windows black, that's the way, how gangsta mack Comin' through bumpin' Thriller, like I'm really a killa Who you know fuckin' with me, them niggaz is bitter No, I hit you when it's burnin' or numb Who you, screw you, just for burnin' ya gums, get it right I'm him, ya'll just rhyming Noise over beats, ya'll niggaz hymen My other shit is real, I'm buyin' jet fuel Them cuts on my shit, is Princess Blue You fuck with the kid, you get princessed too What, ya boyfriend a rapper? This between me and you And that's just how my niggaz would want it, America's most wanted State ya name, P.O., niggaz know [Chorus] [Chorus II: Shyne] For all my niggaz who ain't here with me You still here with me, everything that I do Bitch I hit with the long dick, it's for you Bong bong, paid time just for you For all my niggaz 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 niggaz, I'm with my niggaz |
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