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Shyne - Spend Some Cheese lyrics
[Shyne] Geah.. new.. My niggaz frontin on pumpin and dumpin, leave 'em on the curb Ridin on twinkies I'm (??) gun under my fur Ma what you prefer? His and hers (?) and villas, dope dealers and killers who keep it real-a, chase paper fuck bitches they'll always be there Burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare Live for the moment, fuck atonement Explain to God when you see him (?)lease a bigger day, til your paper reach the ceiling Niggaz, we only live once and I don't know about y'all, but shit I'm on mine like Don Trump, Black Ted Turner, totin burners Open dope spots on every block Jumpin in and out of cherry drops as the plot thickens, watch glistens Feds trail us, surveil us, tell us not enough evidence (?) us Teflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get gone In the name of Brooklyn Vietnam And all you fuckin rappers, for the last time The last name ain't Junior, my name is Shyne Now take a paternity test, there's no relation I'm the fuckin king, nobody stands adjacent [Chorus] All I wanna do is get a brand new fifth and a few ki's, spend some cheese All I wanna do is see my homies stay fly until we all day, and spend some cheese All I wanna do is get this money washed so I can lay back, and spend some cheese Get right, live life, spend some cheese G's ice, gun fights, spend some cheese [Shyne] Bandana wrap, under my fitted hat I got mines stacked, nigga where yo' ticket at? Floatin countin the two turbo's Bitches I burned know Shyne Poe; Bad Boy - who's fuckin with that? I done burnt down New York, ran through D.C. And this rap shit here, ain't nothin to me Got my murder game down for real Gave lead showers to any coward who sold me flour Poe's my power - these rappers frontin like they uncut raw I'll be the first to tell ya, they talcum powder Actin like I know them, I owe them til I blow them, and leave they face in they fuckin scrotum One change on the pike, under the moonlight Headin nowhere fast, Desert in the airbags Death's around the corner so I make detour slide to the Rucker Firelli's burnin rubbers Pull up in front, let my shit bump Hop out, no respect for the cops Got the glock out, lookin for a knockout Somethin to put a seed in, nah nigga Just somethin I can put some ki's in, come on [Chorus] [Shyne] Nigga wait, push rhymes, push fives push wigs back, push weight Runnin narcotics in over twenty-one states Thuggin and buggin I'll crack your fuckin chestplates It's good old America the great, the land of the G Home of the slave Where corrupt politicans and black gangsters is made Where you die at 25, shot up in your Merced's Ridin on blades, livin for today Fuck peace, bustin at the police Young black and just don't give a fuck You'd think it was the Olympics the way niggaz be sprintin and jumpin when my (?) bust, pullin up in bigger trucks like what? Hand on my nuts White gold smile, high profile Bitches love the style How the fur's fittin, gangster slur spittin For my niggaz in Lewisburg sittin I got to get it like Sisqo It's the Don-da-Don-Don-Don Switch flows faster than cops can shoot a black as them bricks keep turnin and them blocks keep burnin, c'mon [Chorus 4X to fade] |
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