SHYNE LYRICS - Shyne

"Shyne"



Swiss, Po

Respect our gangster nigga

Lay down



[Verse 1:]

What you know about holding out big Tec?

Big vest, hollow tips all up in the kid neck

Po live it up, yellow stones lid it up

Long Johns (siggas) tuck, it's the kid nigga what

Some of your rap niggas is girls

On my dick yoururpping, flappin'

Fucking cartoons,

These niggas guns don't go off

until they say lights, camera, action

yourur Swiss tell them niggas eat a dick

Gun up in your face, bitch that way we won't miss

Unload the shit then reload the shit

Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks

No lyin', your niggas seem me coming down to shoot you

you'd think I was flying, 12 cylinders

Brookly is mine, nigga move over

Yea I'm talking to you. Fucking dick blower



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For all of you all, keeping you all in Health

Just to see you wilding and enjoy yourself

'cause it's cool when you're fucking with a nigga like me

Cool when you're ridin' with a nigga like me

To all my (money making) bitches just shine

To all my niggas keeping it gully just shine

To all the ghettos in America, oh shine

I'm gonna keep it gangster 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' through the city like I'm used to this shit

Fuck your vest nigga, my cells will chew through that shit

Catch a breath, you ain't heard about that nigga po

Murder cases diamond faces, Mat-hat-lo'

Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do

Looking gully in that Bent. On that R. O.

L. L. see your niggas in Hell

Soon as they set my bail, I make another sell

Shit I set my mind at a the early age

I was gonna be paid or early graved

what the fuck I gotta have, blocks to smash

Lots a cash, drop sum ass

This is the truth, I probably die in my coup

But I bet you and them bitches that come to get me, I shoot



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[Verse 3:]

I got my mind on the shipment

Shipment on my mind

About to meet these Dominican niggas at 9

Rhyme, rap, what the fuck is that

Only thing I rap is ye, nigga die today

you got it confused I ain't tryna fill nobody's shoes

I'm just looking for 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 crackers

them killers gettin' at us

No where to run, so I grab my gun

Abd start blazin', this shit got a nigga agin'

I'm gonna die a gangster nigga ain't no changin'

A G. faithfully, momma pray for me

Little nigga go to school, stay away from me

Got whores for your hustlers

Bullets for your cowards

and dick for your bitches up in the Trump Tower



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