Shyne

(앨범: G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories - 2002)

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, flapping
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 lying, 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

[Chorus:]
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 riding 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
Riding 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'
Leaving 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

[Chorus]

[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
Doing what I do
Back against the wall
Against all odds
Tune in to my live nigga, this shit is sicka then oz
Fighting 'gainst them crackers
them killers getting at us
No where to run, so I grab my gun
Abd start blazing, this shit got a nigga aging
I'm gonna die a gangster nigga ain't no changing
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

[Chorus]