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II Tru - Shyste lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [Hook: Jhaz] Shyste niggas be tryin' to fade me Nope, I don't [Brina] Niggas be tryin' to test us Don't wanna see this here showdown Shyste niggas be trying to fade me [Jhaz] Shyste niggas be tryin' to fade me Nope I don't And with this bullshit I cannot cope You played me once too many times, and it's over with Dumb trick shit, I can't stand a shyste bitch But anyway, let's take this into deeper visions A nigga quick to play ya, is shyste's definition Better watch your back, 'cause shyste ones have many faces Buck quick shyste bitch ain't go no love for them aces And a nigga bring it on 'cause I got plenty of bangin' That's the cut to (pay me back up), so you knows I don't give a fuck But, shit, as sista' down for whatever But shystiness just gets to me - a fuckin' mental terror Clearer are my visions, shyste ones I see right through you On my Ps and Qs, plus I'm immune to your voodoo Fool, you cannot handle me, tell me how did you figure? Straight from the Clair, in here with Cliffview, on the topic of shyste niggas [Brina] Shyste nigga you figured you could fade me Cluckas that try to test underestimate a thorough lady up in this game 'Cause I done struggled in these streets Done had too many chumps going against the grain Tryin' to compete, playa hate in my hood, runnin' they mouth like bitches All these smiling faces that's doubtin' the camp Well, figures, wanna be obstacles But couldn't stop us, from hittin' them levels Shyste fools gon' dis you, no matter if you do better, I'm a go-getter Don't let no bustas stop no show Sista gon' do her thang, gon' run game, and stack some dough Pack the chrome pump, sister strapped at all times Ain't no gangsta comin' off shady gon' make me handle mine (Hook) [Jhaz] Now check this nigga with a mouthpiece, undercover shyste bitch Although you claim to be down I find you only stick and dig trick with game But eventually, all become recognized Eighty-six a bitch who a shyste one, best break up all ties Got no remorse, breakin' 'em off, puttin' an end to all this You see my mind begins to click When a shyste one's in my presence Insane, I think not, as a matter of fact I got much that's on that other level I done peeped all of your shystiness come to mentals The cards on the table, your hands be ? as you envision the game But bitch you fucked with them pros I got my nina, Brina hollerin', so you know I got my gauge Caught up in the game so it ain't shit for a sista to flip anyway I'm steady ? blastin' ass Come on over with your crew Got clips for days, and I'm high ? Sistas don't give a fuck about you So bring whatever, clever you think your plan may be My mentals way too tight, and I hate a nigga that's shyste (Hook) [Brina] Tryin' to fade a sista, they got hard-game, playa You must didn't catch the ? then think back to verse one Son, 'cause all games ain't the same when ya Tryin' to run up in a nigga for digital figures Thinkin' you gettin' (over unnoticed, undercover gold-digger) Shyste moves prove your hands can't be trusted for nothin' So let's stop frontin', ? this ain't for blood 'Cause we start ? turn in your ho-cards, since damage is done Best believe they don't how to, son, better off on the run them ho-cards I don't deal, when shakin' your hand is a must Fool, tryin' to play games with this pay, to get paid you'll get schooled On the real, chill them shyste-type skills before me come thrashin' Too late to be askin' for the second chance 'Gon see the life flashin' for being shyste Gettin' a little too pricey to stay calm 'Cause you should've left thangs hang the way they was, but you chose not to So I gots to pull back my trigger finger Because me really don't give a fuck about a shyste nigga (Hook) |
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