Shyne
(专辑: 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]