Shyne Filmography

• Black and Blue: Legends of the Hip-Hop Cop (2006)
• Layzie Bone & Mo' Thugs Records Presents: 100% Pure Thug Tour (2006)
• Hip-Hop VIPs (2002)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Shyne - Swizz Beatz
• The Gang - Shyne
• Shyne - Shyne
• Quasi O.G. - Shyne
• More Or Less - Shyne
• Martyr - Shyne
• Let Me See Your Hands - Shyne
• It's OK - Shyne
• Godfather - Shyne
• Gangsta Prayer - Shyne
• Edge - Shyne
• Diamonds and Mac-10's - Shyne
• Commission - Shyne
• Buried Alive Intro - Shyne
• Bonnie & Shyne - Shyne
• Behind The Walls (East Coast Gangsta Mix) - Shyne
• You're Welcome - Shyne
• The Life - Shyne
• The Hit - Shyne
• Spend Some Cheese - Shyne
• For The Record - Shyne
• Dear America (Intro) - Shyne
• It's Okay - Shyne
• Jimmy Choo - Shyne
• Here With Me - Shyne
• Trunk Full - Shyne
• That's Gangsta - Shyne
• Niggas Gonna Die - Shyne
• Get Out - Shyne
• Bang - Shyne
• Whatcha Gonna Do - Shyne
• Bad Boyz - Shyne

Swizz, Po
Respect our gangsta, nigga
Lay down
What you know 'bout rollin' out?
Big Tec, big vest, hollow tips all up in that kid neck
Po, live it up, yellow stones lit it up
Long John sickest tell, it's the kid, nigga what?
Some of y'all rap niggas is girls
Hold my dick, gappin' and flappin'
Fuckin' cartoons, these niggas guns don't go off
Until they say, "Lights, camera, action"
Yo Swizz, tell them niggas, eat a dick
Gun up in your face, bitch, that way we don't miss
Unload the shit, then reload the shit
Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks
No lie, you niggas see me comin' down the streets
You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders
Brooklyn is mine, nigga, move over
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, fuckin' dick blower
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggas keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America, oh shine
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, nigga, shine
Check it, hey yo
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 ya vest nigga, my shells go true to that shit
Catch ya breath, you ain't heard about that nigga, Po?
Murder cases, downin' faces, Manhat' low
Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do'
Lookin' gully in that Bent or that R-O
L-L, see you niggas in hell
Soon as they set my bail, I make another sale
Shit, I set my mind at an early age
I was either gon' be paid or an early grave
What the fuck? I got to have
Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and ass
This is the truth, I probably die in my Coupe
But I bet you only bitches come to get me and shoot
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
And it's cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggas keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America, oh shine
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, nigga, shine
I got my mind on this shipment, shipment on my mind
'Bout to meet these Dominican niggas at 9
Rhyme, rap, what the fuck is that?
Only thing I wrap is, yea nigga, dyed today
Y'all got me confused, I ain't tryin' to fill nobody's shoes
I'm just lookin' for connects, nigga, doin' what I do
Back against the wall, against all odds
Tune in to my life nigga, this shit is sicker than Oz
Fightin' against them crackers, plus them killers getting at us
Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun
And start blazin', this shit got a nigga agein'
I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin'
A G faithfully, mama pray for me
Yo nigga, go to school, stay away from me
Got horse for you hustlers, bullets for you cowards
And dick for you bitches, up in the Trump Tower
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
And it's cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggas keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America, oh shine
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, nigga, shine
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
And it's cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggas keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America, oh shine

Uh huh
Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That's right)
Yo yo... Live from the seven-one-eight y'all; Murder City
Lay down nigga (It's the Ill Na Na)
Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand? (Let's go)
Ride with me as I race through ya hood
Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang
Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon
Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin'
Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit
Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit
Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana
And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer
Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys
Some hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys, for when the FEDs annoy us
We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus
And the Street Lords and Truly Yours
Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the streets love the war
My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw
Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz
Motor City to Brooklyn Veitnam
Nigga it's on till my flesh is gone
And even then I live on in gangsta form
What you know about that?
Macs and cash nigga how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours
It's the "Godfather Buried Alive"
Ayo Po it's the Ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out
In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out
Yall got a muthafuckin problem when my dude get out
Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guiness Stout
Thats my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside & Nostrond
In the butter scotch Rover
I'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta
Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster
Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up
Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up
I'm hot steppin in the pink staline seven
I'ma stunt till BIG tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven
See through niggaz take they time like a man
We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me though..
Money, cars, guns, hoes
Sniff some blow and I'm good to go
Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated
Most hated nigga read the affidavit
Uh racing loud pipes
big fucking exhausts burning the turnpike
My game so tight I arouse dikes
You punk rappers should paying me publishing the way you write
And be sampling my life, every line in your rhyme
Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya
Who wouldn't? Young nigga catching charges
Continental Ts parked in garages
Menages, odds is
I'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it
I admit it I was watching New Jack City
And fucking with ?Goodfellas? Uncle Paul got me dying to ball
Every thing I talk about I live it
All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it
I was designed to hold nines, and grind
Step out of line put you in that white line
Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin change
You know the game jet planes and cocaine
And what I say might be held against me

Songwriters: Tifrer, M; Davis, Douglas L; Walters, Ricky M.L.; Barrow, Jamaal; Dean, Kasseem;
Swizz, Po
Respect our gangsta, nigga
Lay down
What you know 'bout rollin' out?
Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck
Po live it up, yellow stones lit it up
Long John Eagle tucked, it's the kid, nigga what?
Some of y'all rap niggaz is girls hold my dick, gappin' and flappin'
Fuckin' cartoons these niggaz guns don't go off until they say
"Lights, camera, action!"
Yo Swizz, tell them niggaz, "Eat a dick"
Gun up in your face bitch, that way we don't miss
Unload the shit, then reload the shit
Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks
No lying, you niggaz see me comin' down the streets
You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders
Brooklyn is mine nigga, move over
Yeah I'm talkin' to you fuckin' dick blower
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggaz keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America shine
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga shine
Check it, aiyyo 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 ya vest nigga, my sHells chew through that shit
Catch ya breath, you ain't heard about that nigga Po?
Murder cases, downin' faces, Manhat' low
Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do'
Lookin' gully in that Bent or that R O
L L, see you niggaz in Hell
Soon as they set my bail, I make another sale
Shit, I set my mind at an early age
I was either gon' be paid or an early grave
What the fuck? I got to have
Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and ass
This is the truth, I probably die in my coupe
But I bet you only bitches don't come get me and shoot
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggaz keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America shine
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga shine
I got my mind on this shipment, shipment on my mind
Bout to meet these Dominican niggaz at 9
Rhyme, rap the fuck is that?
Only thing I wrap is yea that nigga, died today
Y'all got me confused, I ain't tryin' to fill nobody's shoes
I'm just lookin' for connects nigga, doin' what I do
Back against the wall, against all odds
Tune in to my life nigga, this shit is sicker than Nas
Fightin' against them crackers, plus them killers getting at us
Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun
And start blazin', this shit got a nigga aging
I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin'
A G faithfully, mama pray for me
Yo nigga, go to school, stay away from me
Got horse for you hustlers, bullets for you cowards
And dick for you bitches, up in the Trump Tower
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggaz keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America shine
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga shine
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me
To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine
To all my niggaz keep it gully just shine
To all the ghettos in America shine

No no no more troubles.
No more troubles
We ain't the problem nigga
We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble
I ain't the problem
Solve me, if I am ever solved motherfuckers
Solve the shit
I insist I ain't goin' nowhere
I hear ya'all motherfuckers talking complainin
It's too this.. It's too dogg.. It's too valid yea yea
See what the fuck happens when the CIA conspired?
Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow
Man, black people don't own no ports or boats
So tell me how the fuck we gettin all this coke?
Offa knowledge I choke
Spitting up truths hopin
The young youth a soldier hear me dearly
G.W. Bush fear me
They know I know, they want to sweep us under rugs
Hopin we just keep killin, shootin each other with slugs
Look up above and pray to god he protect me
From these cold jurors and the heartless judge
Imagine, grow'n up and never haven't
Faggot ass pops actin like you never happened
FUCKED UP
Watching the tears stream down yo mammas cheek
She helpless in the kitchen looking for eats
PEACE
Yea nigga.. I'm here. what the fuck ya'll gunna do about it? huh?
Do somethin about me
Call my source. ya hear me? feel me?
Stop talkin bout. stop talkin bout how fucked up I am
Get me right, save me nigga... huh?
I'm a snort away from an overdose
A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope
I never asked to be here. In this maze to an early grave
Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales
Trying to post bond on this oversized bail
Hopin' my vest don't give as the bullets come in hail. *pop pop*
How dare ya'all point the finger at me
Cuz I'm a straight g. ain't that what its supposed to be?
Shit. I'm just following the tradition of ?Joe Kenny?
Bootlegging ties with the mob n shit
Capitalism..money and power
Catch me in the trump tower with a honey and powder
I feel the shadows death is comin to an end
My lifes slippin from me, ya'll niggaz is funny
Tell me shyne po, he can't get that money
FUCK am I supposed to do, nigga starve and go hungry?
RIGHT
Im here. We here. Ain't goin nowhere
Problems is startin to happen
And we was at fault?
Nigga this shit has been goin on nigga
300 years motherfuckers
SHHHHHHH
Close ya eyes,listen. hear my heart beatin?
Po's racing, I can't take it
The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it
Only god knows if I make it
Walking through the depths of hell
It's hard for me to smile
When I'm innocent and still, I'm facing trial
GOD save me
Secret societies manipulating the dumb def and blind
and yet they want to blame it on shyne
like I'm responsible for the countries murder rate
responsible for babies born high off base
this shits is bigger than me, I told ya'all I'm just a pawn
so is Boy George sippin ?nick bawns?
I hope my babies havin babies pushin rhymes
Its a brighter day if you just let it beyond
To my moms I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
your baby boys dying of a broken heart
got ties to my own blood walking to the eternal fire

(walk with me)
(come on)
Yeah,
Its like new york's being soft
Ever since my nigga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah
(check it)
Shit things, shit rings, this shit is sickning
Shit chain, shit aim, 5th bame, 5th frame bare money
Lawyers acting funny when i come throught hit em with the bundle on the humble
Couple notes
?seen warlords with the rolls?
Shit i want one 2. what the fuck Im going do
Forget it if its ?dated?? we got till im droping
Im rocking sideways, motherfucker crime pays
I need it , i get it, i got it, i chop it, i double the profit
And bubble the pockets. im living to die.
Niggas talk fly till i walk by
And pop something. you motherfuckers forgot something im not fronting.
This aint rap. music.
This aint that.
You fuck around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac?
Sincierly yours
Shyne motherfucking poe
Bitch get your bags, hit the motherfucking door
May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigga (more or less)
Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)
G is a g
A key is a key
A snitch is a fish with no fins that cant swim when i dump him in the river
Chor-coal gray R.
12 cylinders bulletproof sentance
?trial day sentances??
I sound like who
You sound like trash
Get off my dick and pass my cash.
They all do it cause i rap about it, i rap about it casue they do it
My musics the con do it ?you will take it or live it ?.. bitch nigga i quick it then pitch it
Wipe the prints up of this shit. and ditch it
(uh) hip hop aint responsible for violence in america. america is responsible for violence in america
Back to the flow
Nose full of blow
Rolls full of hoes
Leave a nigga cloths for the hoes
The schools did'nt want me . so the drug dealers taught me, simple math, step on it twice then
Bring it back
The full times wouldent pay. divide the labour costs
And still come away with enough to play
I see the same shit, niggaz younger then me running the streets, looking for something to eat
May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigga (more or less)
Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)
Oh boy you better get down, (foxy)
U better run for cover when i spit rounds
Oh u want some shit now , get found slit down to the white meat.
Im from brokleyn vietnam nigga, i like beef
Livin the murderer streets double pipe. living the trouble life.
Father was a jerk, moms had to work, papi had the dirt,
And did what any real nigga would do: got infront the stove, now i got this shit sold
Fuck u punks nigga. with ur punk cash. with the punk blast put your punk ass in the trunk fast
What the fuck yall thought i bury niggas in walls im the trail motherfucker rapping raw
Punk blame shooting niggsz point blank all the way to the bank rip your face off then i take off.
The difference between me an them. you wont be seem them. no more nigga . secrets of war
May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigga (more or less)
Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)

Shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating,
Yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better.
Walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing
Rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats
Only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the fuck wanna die old
On this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt
It's better then living searchin treasure
That only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing me
Ain't no hope left in me
Live everyday like it's my last
Waitin' to meet my niggaz that passed
At last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the cross
Here these stupid motherfuckers, they still lost
I'll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights
And nights he thought he would die, what did he do
Did he grab his gun and a bust shot?
Get on my knees praise Big and go fuck with Pac
Find out did he really take 5 shots
Ask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds?
Couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggaz ain't braille
Like that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain't fight back
If you had a choice,life or death
What would you choose
If you had a choice
Life ain't real its a dream we see tomorrow
Reality, shit that's pain and sorrow
Reality, disaster beat breaks,
A little girl up in the projects gettin raped
Reality's a nigga gettin rock shot 41 times
And you askin why I run from one time
I don't even get justice,
Nigga sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind
Reality's fucked up, like a hard workin mother, losing her job
The battle of good and evil
Like the devil, ain't losing for god, we on lucifer's squad
Not knowing what the fuck it all mean
I can't even, get a can of sardines
Niggaz driving bentley's, burning money, I'm yearnin money
Taking your shit, I'm earning money
Yet you call me a thief I call me a broke nigga trying to eat
On this earth suffering, why its like that
Guess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve
If you had a choice
Hold your latex, from nuns I take sex,
Play chess, with the devil from the sky
Like rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow
Beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I need some help ox
See them meadow officers watchin' myself rot
Ice pick and cell blocks
Hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanes
Niggaz that know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter
Slice birthday cakes with box cutters
I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, reality
Observe me, on a journey puttin niggaz on gurneys till I meet my maker
And I need my ama ? fuck Guiliani and Howard Seiffler

Let Me See Your Hands
[Shyne]
Let's go
Shyne, pro, bust pipes get right
Bang, stop, roll head throw the dice
White Air Force Ones, monies in rubber bands
America's number one dope man
Racin through the city with Uncle Paul and Diddy
Hennesey frontin, lookin brock and gritty
Tryin to meet somethin, so I can skeeet somethin
Five with it, slide with it, P hit it, I hit it
What's it all about? Servin yea every day
We roll, send a foe mix those and bulletholes
Livin in vein, ice flowin through my veins
I'm light in the change, 'til they put it in my brain
Bulletproof sedans, rich bitches
throwin me kisses, takin my pictures
License to kill, I ain't with a lot of talkin
Try conversatin from the coffin
[Chorus 4X: Shyne]
All my niggaz wildin, let me see your hands (WHOA-O-OH-OHH)
All my bitches stylin, let me see your hands (WHOA-O-OH-OHH)
[Shyne]
Just tossed the bail so now I'm free
Bout to get in the kitchen to cook a key
Who you know that could double up like me?
The hottest nigga up in N-Y-C
I'm that nigga comin through, doin what he does
Rocks in his ears lookin like light bulbs
Desert snubs, pierce your skull
Criminal mindstate, I bring sale weight
I just happen to rhyme great, pipelines and gates
in fifty-nine states, raisin the rates
Got my mind right, like Al Pacino and Nino
I head to Capitol Hill to kidnap Janet Reno
Monster flow, words droppin and shockin
Gun cockin and poppin, somebody call Cochran
Boats of coke at the port
Import, export, have my bitches transport
[Chorus]
[Shyne]
Get pussy in a bed full of dough, nose full of blow
The feds is in town I gots to get low, uhh
Pants saggin low, get at bitches like yo
Hop in the truck bitch let's go
No time to waste, nine in my waist, ready for war
anytime anyplace, fuck it just another case
One life to live and I'ma live (??)
Gettin mine, bottom line, we'll be cuttin dimes or rhymes
Cold hearts, shootouts and fast cars
'til I'm behind bars or in the graveyard
Blast a foe for capital the master flow
is masterful y'all vaginal
Bling'n hard, bracelets to the necklace
Lookin like effect (?) the flow is infectious
Pocket fills, multi-million dollars deal
Flip more bricks than Tetris, what you feel?
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
..
[Chorus]
[Chorus] {*fading to end*}

It's OK
[Shyne]
Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, like that
Geah, uhh
Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec
It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne
Nothin but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches
It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne
What's my motherfuckin name? Put a bullet in your brain
Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine
It's the best of a V E
I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me
Heavenly indeed, measure me a key
My moms was a virgin when she had me
I rock flows, top O's, better yet, sell it wet
Tape ki's to bitches, I need the riches
Scene switches, big bitches, to hide snitches
Smile for the feds as they take pictures
It's the young G speakin; leavin niggaz leakin
Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit
Y'all motherfuckers was counterfeit
Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff coke
Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
[Chorus: Shyne]
Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron
Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded
Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
If you high right now as they play this in the club
lookin for somethin to fuck, it's ok
If you startin with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, it's ok
[Shyne]
With so much blocks in the N-Y-C
to burn 'em all down is kinda hard for me
But uhh, somehow, someway
I keep takin over motherfucker's gates like every single day
It's, the, rap, singer
Slash, coke, crack, slinger
Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats
that try to pussy bootchie coochie, I'm in that
Kingpin raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin
My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms
Rinks and links and trips to Harry Winston
Born sinner; think that model bitch I'm with is slim?
You chances of seein me are slimmer
I was through with it, before y'all knew what to do with it
Put my finger in the ground and turn the world around
[Chorus]
[Shyne]
From hip-hop to them hot blocks
It ain't never gon' stop; well maybe for three days
but then I'll return, more blacks to burn for more yea
Get them (??) sittin up on Broadway (geah)
Livin the life, ridin on Twinkies
Thirty inch rims spinnin, bitches is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the pussy at
so I can scheme the dope, get the pussy and float
Big things, live from the Empire State
where niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, jewelers deliberate
Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure eight
Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter taste
Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face
Guerilla pimpin indeed
Shit I'm like a perm;
somethin every girl in the ghetto need
[Chorus] - 2X

Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam
What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on
Oh no, big Shyne Po
Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy
Gimme a tech that don't jam (bang bang)
I'm tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing
My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased
360 ki's
Money make the world spin
I make your chest smoke
Have your mother singing hymms
Particles of your brains up on your tims
Kiss you before I twist you
170 miles
Headed for disaster faster
I put it down right
Bustin off these rounds like
Real niggaz is kings
You ain't rockin' that crown right
Harder more PK watches
Topless, bitches in cars
Only meals could heal my scars
Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me
Allegations got me pacin'
Grand jury wouldn't understand my fury
For fast cars and jewelry
I could give a fuck if there's a heaven for a G
This is heaven for me
Go to trial never plea
Do a bullet and come home to the throne
I don't rhyme, I just talk about this life that's mine
I've seen niggaz die, in front of my eyes
Doin' my filth
Niggaz is expiring like milk
Different strokes for different folks
Just give me, different coke in different boats
Black Aristotle Onassis
All I see is crack addicts and automatics
You rap niggaz is faggots
Y'all cannot be serious
I'm in coupes with gucci interiors
Airin' out your areas
Tech nines, two in the flex and shit
Lookin' at myself like
Yo, I'm the best in this
Sometimes I really wonder
What's it all about?
How many bitches can I fuck until I get out
How many ki's can I cut, guns can I bust
Wigs can I push, spots can I juck
Every single one, cuz I'm a fuckin' savage
Til I'm cremated, most hated, self made
Blood type G
All these young hustlers wanna bubble like me
They supposed to
Sippin on syrup, until I perish
Pickin' bitches off the run-way
Look forward to, gun-play
Go to sleep with one eye shut
Wake up and do the same shit
I ain't never gonna change bitch
And that's the cycle
I don't wanna be like Michael
More like Darrell Porter
Gettin' shipments at the border

The lord is my shepherd
Let's get this coke measured
And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of gangstas
I fears nothin but God and bein broke
I stack paper and flow to fast cars in the presence of my enemies
Niggas waitin for me to break
Shit, aint nothin foldin but my money
We them niggas wit big guns and big dicks
We afraid of bein broke, so we shed bricks
This thing of ours, will never be devoured
Bad Boys,we move in silence
In the name of power, money, and glory forever and ever
Amen.

Uh uh, Uh, Uh
Ayo, mac 10s and fake friends
Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fucking nigga face 'em
But I'm still trill, still holdin
Rollin gully until I'm froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid
Veins pumpin ice
First some 15 keep that king pumping right
Hard white, cold cash
Hold fast, fold fast, through the city so gas
No ass
Straight head bitch, I'm one a from the feds
Fuck comma raps, same G and canna
All I got in this world is my fifth dick and nana
Gangsta mannerism lyrical vandalism
Niggaz be burnin up their gums until the fucking hammers hit 'em
Who need help?
Well until then I'ma take that mac off the shelf
and hold the fucking street hostage
Blowing smoke out my nostril
Every breath is a step to a non-time in death
I wanna know where to go
Need a place in my mind I can rest
Cause this time is running out for my flesh
Dried up, sittin' in a chair fried up
You know me; I don't need no introduction in this
Big gun, big dick, half of a meal on the wrist
Sittin in my continental thinkin' about potential connects
I live in all, just pencil the best
Parts of the live of a quintessential hustler
When I pull a slide back
Motherfuckers be hoppin' their faces don't get left open
You understand?
Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin'
Shyne Po, dough, stack, y'all Rap niggaz is trash
I don't give a fuck how much records you sold
Tryin' to be me
Keep it real dog, you'll die to be me
You wanna know how it feel, don't you?
To have a murder charge, took gun to the American Music Awards
And live life against stars
Doing 170 screaming "FUCK THE WORLD" (gangsta get outta the car)
Where the fuck them niggaz at? We gonna handle this beef
Turn your mic off bitch; see me in the street
Fuck peace 'til I'm rest in the dried up flesh is finish
I don't know how to tell until I'm in the morgue
Dysfunctional, highly uncomfortable paranoid
Without the extra clip (bitch), try me I'll puncture you
Had niggaz waking up with wings in their backs, halos in their head like
"Ayo I'm dead"
Can a knight fucking princess Diana type
Vane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, hand of ice
They said too much for the motor mind to comprehend
Walk wit me, pause take a breath
Things ain't just the same for gangstas
Sleeping in diamond, it's fucking up the game for gangstas
While charges tryin to ring a gangsta

JUST BLAAAAZE!
I spit and reload things
Since livin was gold rings
Fuck a piece of the pie nigga
Gimme the whole thing
I done seen death, seen less, seen more
Feed morphines to more fiends than you've ever seen
It's pain I deliver reflection
Every word like a mirror
Bigger picture I try to keep shit in perspective
Dumbs out, guns out til my time runs out
Capitalistic driving force got no remorse
But I feel shit catching up
Time wrappin' up
Shyne had enough, still I can't have enough
Something bout the engine roarin'
Soarin', wind in my face
Top down, take me to another place
Diamonds and Mac-10's
Tell a friend
Yellow bottles, models, hollows
Til my very end
Catchin up to God quicker
High off this liquor
Niggaz come to get yours betta
Know theyre comin with ya
The day I stuck my head out my mother's womb
I was doomed
Repeatin' the lords prayers sittin' in this court room
I'm cursed
We havin dreams of leavin here up in a hearse
I wonder when I close my eyes will it hurt?
I'm suicidal
Can't take this pressure or this pain
Too much for these young eyes
Real G's don't die, that's a lie
Cuz I'm dyin inside, cryin' inside
Look at me sweatin', palms shakin, hidin' inside
Drive bys and quarter ki's
This ain't what it oughta be
Almost caught a ki
Theyre tellin me that theres more to see
God listen, it was him or me
Sorry for the choices I chose
The bricks that I sold
The voices I rolled
The concrete roads
Accept me as I come into your presence
What's it all about?
Sittin in this jail house
Eleven counts, but only one count
Thats the color of my skin
Black robes, white justice
Clarence Thomas is a motherfuckin puppet
Murder anyone over 21
Through my travels I've seen barrels and gavels
Diamonds and Castles
Caught up in this solution called life
When you bitch niggaz is shootin', aim right
Say goodnight to the bad guy
Last time you're gonna see a bad guy like me
I'm the last of the dying breed
Hope these words burn your brain
Find a place in your heart
Close my eyes and pray in the dark
Ask God what's the meaning?
Leavin niggaz screaming
Bullet holes bleeding, I see demons
Diamonds and Mac-10's
Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's
Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's
Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's

From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
Went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notes
Game got my eyes wider than a 430 Buggy
No tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money
Stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
The thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
As I cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda arm and hammer
Palmin' hammers
Think you crazy? Nigga, my clique's bananas
Takin' over with the mafia
Hittin' niggas for they bricks like gracias
The cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
Confront frontin' niggas like, "You want it? Well nigga, me too"
What the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
Makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
Grin and stand over your coffin like, "Hey you"
Tell the devil I'm comin', keep it hot
For now I got my eyes on a billboard spot, don't stop
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission
I buy and sell bricks with my nigga PD
Down with the team called BBE
Now if you want to join the team you know you must see me
Buy ya can't talk to FEDS or dick RID
It's a cold world baby boy, fuck it, I'm colder
Animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
Frank Lucas persona, warmin' coke up in the sauna
Let me warn ya, trip against my team you's a goner
Infact it's drastic
A couple million in the mattress
With a safe dick I say fuck taxes
Rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
Crime pays, nigga, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ways
My destiny's vague, will I survive or blow trial?
Lay shot up, Puff cryin' in denial
While my enemies smile, buried in style, Gucci suits and cufflings
Sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission
Pop, pop, pop, warning shot, who's to blame
Shyne mothafucka, don't forget the name
Stretch the Caine, to cop the house and the plane
'Til my massacre, slain
Brains hang from the window of my Range
Fuck the FEDS, two green and one red
Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life
Aces suffice
Paper's a must
Fallen Angels and Angel dust
My team do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust
Million dollar portraits in my fortress of course it's Po
Bloodstainin', aeroplanin', four hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
I'm takin' over
'Cause they coke got too much bakin' soda
They say, money ain't everything
You fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing
In God we trust, the Holy thing
I look into my enemy's eye
Let 'em know you play fly you go out Kennedy style
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n'

[Shyne]
Yeah, yeah
This ones for my Brooklyn playboys
This ones for my L.A. playboys
This ones for my Chi-town playboys
ATL, down south
NC, SC
Where you be?
Come on, just play it with me
[Shyne]
When it come to hoes, we don't love not one
Fuckin a friend ain't no option
It's a must, her friend assists like Stockton
When we fuck, I gotta have two not one
She know a freaky nigga like me
Get her wet then I'm out like strike three
No doubt, make her girlfriend eat her out
After we fuck then the exit beat her out
Believe me, we don't love them hoes
Break out, after we dug them hoes
You wanna stay bitch, what'cha talkin 'bout?
Get your shoes on, and start walkin on
Hook: Slimm + Shyne
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talkin 'bout
Get your shoes on and start walkin
[Shyne]
You know you hittin, you got me lickin the hole
Before I'm stickin the hole up in my face
In the place most niggas don't see love drug baby
I'm about to O.D. cocaine pussy
One stroke be a whole ki
You're feminine, hood from heaven an'
I'll do anything, orals to S and M
Keep you satisfied, back ?certified?
Come and take a ride, I'll be your great adventure
Tell ya friends I bent'cha, who sent'cha?
Must'a been God, my bedroom angel taken
Lovin the curves as you purr while im stroking
Grabbin ya hair, dont'cha dare shed a tear
You a good girl, don't cry
Shake that thang that I give
Throw ya back as I dig
Like a broke matress you had me sprung out
But ain't nothin changed you got to get out
Hook
To all my niggas that know what I mean
When you fuck a bitch good she don't wanna leave
I go through this all the time
Bitch act like she don't see the exit sign
Start cryin, how much she love Shyne
Thats the same thing she told my man Brian
What the fuck, she think I'm stupid?
Don't know my pimp blood is deeply rooted
Inherited, that be my heritage
That I dont give a fuck about bitch fetishes
So when we fuck and its over
Throw ya pocketbook on ya shoulder
Put your shoes on and hit the road
I'll kick ya last name once, bitch and roll
Hook x2

In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girl
Just walkin' uh - in ya chin chilla fur
I was laid up
In the coupe back shade up
Lookin' at cha face, just pure wit no make up
A little bit a mack lip gloss, hair in a bun well done
Lookin' for a ring, I seen none
So I hopped out the coupe
In hot pursuit
To stop and introduce
Like I'm Shyne, and you?, you my destiny
And ya diamond cluster, to much just to touch ya
Perfume down to ya structure
Think I'll wait til the 2nd night to fuck ya
I wanna marry you, nah I'm just playin'
But we can start wit a few nights out in Malibu surfin'
Playin' up on Persian
Here's my number
Put in ya purse and call me
On the telephone, she heard my voice
Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce
If my Rolls Royce is not wit ladies
Then girl I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes
If my Mercedes will not fill up wit the disease
Then girl I'm gonna take in my Firebird
If Firebird cannot take the curb
Girl put jah rust and da dime in jah bus
I'm gettin' closer
My player days is over
Well maybe not completely, but stay alarmed
Come here huss ya head on my bed
And let me get between ya legs
Lay on ya back, uh - take it from the back
Like a bad girl suppose to, I know you like that
Scream wake the neighbors when they sleep
Grab the sheets witcha teeth
Wiggle ya butt cheeks
Quarter styles over ya body, lick you up
Treat you like a convenient store, stick you up
Take you to the balcony, pick you up
So you can look at the city, while I'm diggin' ya kitty
Then we drivin' to the sunset
Pull over, get up on the hood ma I ain't done yet
We've been together for a few months now
Did it all four seasons til the trunk
Beverly Hills bungalows
In ya underclose
In Paris, Eiffel Tower
Bubble baths and showers
In a silindo sheen, sincere is what you seen
See me flip a couple things, go to magazines
And I - I think you might be the right one whoa(the right one)
Wait press the brakes, gotta investigate
What I do know - to you it don't matter
Whether my pockets is slim or fatter
Whether it's BBQs or Mr.Childs platter
Even if I slip off the success ladder
Even if the paragraphs didn't hit the charts and smash
If my car was a train I'd a service it back
I think you'll be right there(know you'll be right there)
Cuz we right there, yo cardier chaunce
Just you in my arms
No Sean don, just a bottle of avion
So I draw from my tonic and I take one sip
Should've seen me cuz I gallop like a horse'll get whipped
Come quick yeahhhhhhhhh, come quick whoaaaaaaaaaa
Cuz she'll wild out and not tell on her
Although someone changed, wanna when I'll be back
I'ma love love love love love love you forever
Always be there - for me
Always be there
Be there for me
Ohhhhhhhhh,ayah
Ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah
Ohhhhhhhhh

(Kurupt)
Mike Dean....the remix hommie
(Kurupt - Shyne)
Burn so crooked (crooked) (Eastcoast)
The poet likes to spit (spit) (My Nigga)(Gangsta Mix)
Kareem, that's my dog (Gangsta Mix)
Life, Behind the Walls (Gangsta Mix)
Livin' life, behind the walls (Brooklyn)
Yeah, welcome to Oz niggaz, surprise niggaz..
Verse 1 (Kurupt)
Kurupt and Daz, grips on a handle
Two to the mandible
Bows and Bees
Bustas and G's
Pound and Shyne, hammer thats clickin for me one more time
Up and Down, In and Out
Spinning Out, spinning in and out
I seen niggaz like you that usually get blasted
Cameras to memorialize open caskets
Open season, rhyme or reason
Crimetime, primetime, V-I-C this
Young Gagstra, step in and jump on the hostages
Smoke like sausages, niggaz covering their heads like ostriches
Ostrisize, swallow like lasengers..
CO's so crooked (crooked)
Come equipped when the shank sticks
[Chorus One: Kurupt - Nate Dogg]
(Its Gonna be Alright) Yeah, that's my dogg
Life, Behind the Walls
Livin Life Behind the Walls
Suckers - (yall cant sleep tonight) welcome to Oz niggaz;
surprise niggaz
[Chorus Two: Nate Dogg]
West coast representin for all my doggs (Eastcoast)
One love to my doggs behind the walls (Gangsta Mix)
Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all (Gangsta Mix)
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall (Gangsta Mix)
West coast representin for all my doggs (Gangsta Mix)
One love to my doggs behind the walls (Eastcoast, Brooklyn)
Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all (Vietnam, Brooklyn)
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall (Vietnam)
(Shyne)
Rhyme through the city on dubs and fo's
Trunk full of cash, gangsta roll
Kurupt and nate from the empire state
Is the nigga shyne po!, hold up wait
It aint where u from, it's where your gal at
Keep mine on my lap, windows black
Top is hard, white is soft, and that mullen n shit
Like im lovin this shit, guerilla nigga in the flesh
And Ill kill u nigga, in ur vest
I had bullets goin in and out yall
Slap yall', make yo mouth fall
Blood is a bloodsport, in that porsche
At that port, where u known that horse
Is the OG, niggaz know me
But the boat leak, aint no peace
Revenge is a bitch, I cant wait to f**k her
(Kurupt)
Murderis Mr.ketley My hommie
(I'm deadly as can get)
(Chorus Repeat)
[Nate Dogg]
Well I've arrived at my new home - cell three (huh)
I looked around and what did I see? (Nate)
One of them clowns one of my enemies (Mike)
Gotta stay down so I make me some weed (Dean)
It's goin down in the mornin on me (Kurupt)
Soon as they say 'Hey line up,' let's leave (Me.)
Right now the nigga just as safe as can be (Daz)
But when we hit the kitchen maaan sleep (Shyne)
Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
When you wanna make a hit, give me a call
West coast representin for all my doggs
One love to my doggs Behind the Walls
Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall (Sip this nigga)
West coast representin for all my doggs
One love to my doggs Behind the Walls
(Kurupt)
Im like you wanna bang nigga, well yo bangin head
You wanna hang like a G fool, hang in head
Where all the gangstas at, rollin through homie
Fleetwoods cadillacs straight gangsta mash
Before I got stuck, I was cool as f**k
On the streets nigga, like I aint give a f**k
I had Daz by my side, my lil' bro (whaddup)
And this is how we do it nigga, already to dump
I got a bitch, shes known for eatin a dick (bullshit)
I never gave a f**k nigga, nigga never gave a shit
Its me and Mike Dean, doin what the f**k we wanna do
With M-16's niggaz clearin the scene
This is the gangsta lean, and the gangsta vibe
Keep it gangstafied, nigga do or die
Yeah I roll with them niggaz cause its ride or die
And I always get high, nigga living my life (bitch niggaaa)
[Chorus One: Kurupt - Nate Dogg]
(Its Gonna be Alright) Yeah, that's my dogg
Life, Behind the Walls
Spendin Life Behind the Walls
Yeah welcome to Oz niggaz;
surprise niggaz
[Kurupt over Chorus Two]
Yeah! West Coast!
Nate Dogg! Kurupt!
Roll! Yeah!
Behind the Walls!
[Kurupt]
Yeah, so crooked, c'mon, come equiped when the shank sticks
Yeah, that's my dogg, (Dogg Pound)
Life behind the walls (it's like that)
Spending life behind the walls (Welcome to Oz)

[Hook]
Close your eyes and turn off the lights
Listen to the words that this author writes
Seen so much, so many poor to life
Darker life, wrong's only God can right
Think back when I was loose, rolling around
Extra?, bout to gun something down
Aint care about a rap career cat
You violate I go twist ya bedcap
I'm kinda blessed that night in that club
Nobody died from that slug
I think about the way that I was
I tell ya I was on one, cuz
Bout to catch a few bodies, woulda probably caught the chair
First album ya'll woulda never got to hear
I can't believe that I'm here, I should've been buried with my pad
[Hook]
Close your eyes and turn off the lights
Suffering all my life
Listen to the words that this author writes
Close your eyes and turn off the lights
And listen to the words that this author writes
[Verse 2]
I guess everything happens for a rhyme and reason
Still don't excuse the lying and treason
You could face 100 years in the precinct
Keep your mouth closed, ain't no speaking
When you in the streets, this is how it goes
Police ask you say 'you don't know'
Make sure the witness all follow same code
Death before dishonor 'til they take away your soul
I need to know, how my co-d called witness to sacrifice me
Just so he can get away free, this does not comply with the streets
But he ain't from there, this is not a smear
This is what they fear, the whole truth, I swear
[Hook]
Close your eyes and turn off the lights
Listen to the words that this author writes
Close your eyes and turn off the lights
Man, only wrongs God can right
[Verse 3]
Look, one thing about me, I was never naive
I might've played dumb to get what I need
But I could see, who was he, nothing ain't surprise me about this creep
Ha, I from the land of the east, all up in the streets
Man mi nuh skin teeth, eyes wide shut shotta don't sleep
Look, I seen the plot. What he did to Mase, and he did to LOX
What he did to Wolf and he did to?
God bless the dead, Notorious PAC
Why would I think that I was different, so I just sat in the distance
Kept my mouth closed, looked and listened
Learned all the trades of the sharks and fishes
Turn off the lights
Suffering all my life
Wrongs only God can right
[Verse 4]
I got partners go to jail for bodying?
Get shot, know who shot him? I won't testify in court
This kid got millions, that's how he talks
Should've took that paper, made his soul walk
Talking about he ain't responsible for my actions
Man, if I was yapping the world, woulda knew what happened
Them kids was about to wrap him
Shyne, they should thank him. But nooooo, they hate him
I hope I ain't rambling, ya'll got questions I'm just answering
[Hook]
Close your eyes and turn off the lights
Listen to the words that this author writes
Suffering all my life
Man, wrongs only God can right
[Verse 5]
Alpo did it to Rich, Brutus did it to Caesar
Throughout history, the thing is repeated
In a world where Sammy the Bull is leaders
Frank Lucas' and Joseph Massino's
Nooooo, that ain't my world
All I got is my... and my word
Until the electric chair burns, I don't bend I don't turn
You ain't to blame for the witness you called
To say it was me, naaah that ain't your fault
The lawyers you paid, I mean that you bought
To sacrifice me in open court, ha
I moved on, I promise no more songs

It's a new day in the rap game!
Nobody sells records but Shyne Po!
My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin'
I had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain't frontin'
at Fifteen I sold my first bag of dope
used to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat
gettin' like 15 grams, a half a Ki
at Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to be
gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth
he knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique
to hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the head
throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread
basically I'm enforcin'
around heavy coke, when nobody's lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portion
they wasn't missin' it
so I got my hustle on the side, flippin' it
sellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor
but I always knew I'd turn a big apple into cider.
Niggas...niggas just ain't built like me...
stand up niggas...since 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines...
takin' shots..burnin' blocks..
this ain't no fuckin' rap.
Everything was everything 'till my Man got pinched
he had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct
other than that, I went from enforcer to movin' product, straight white
powder now, gettin' it
the hardest nigga in the street
my first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seats
buyin' out the bar at the rooftop
I had a few spots
one called the jukebox
where I was gettin' like 50 a brick
2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas sick
my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin'
any niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortion
shit was goin' right and only one better
when I got my Italian connect, hittin' me with pure Heroin
moved to 116th, started seein' real dinero then
empire buildin', the shit was takin' flight
had my bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night
mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii
I was the first Black nigga with mafia ties
leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy.
Yo..bangin' for real..
niggas is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat..
we washin' this money...
you think this shit is about rhymes...
you'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground...you know?..
we get low when the Feds is in town..
this is justice..
we playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them things pop off...
At 21 I was a legend, had the game transformed
controllin' manufacturin' and distribution of Heron
throughout the tri-state, high stakes
I spent Hundreds of Thou's out of paper bags
you couldn't name a car I ain't have
every minute new tags
Seven series to the Five-Sixty drop nigga
I was givin' away blocks nigga
fast cars, fast money, slow deaths
this things of ours
had me doin' a hundred miles an hour
through the City evadin' the Feds
started this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge
not to fuck each others bitches
or touch each others riches
on top or broke
never break this oath
every nigga in the counsel was a boss
we used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off
it was alright 'till I got caught
charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight
behind Marion steel gates
niggas started shittin', actin' bizarre
drivin' my cars, fuckin' my broads, breakin' the laws
same niggas I took care of and got money wit' was on some funny shit
if I was different I'd snitch
what would you do if you got Millions with niggas and they had no love
for ya?
couldn't pay for ya lawyer
I figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot?
I'll be out in Ten, start over again
throw those boys in the pot, but I couldn't do it
you couldn't understand it of you ain't been through it
there's rules to this shit and I couldn't break 'em
death before dishonor 'till I meet Satan...I know he's waitin'.
God forgive me...you've never seen a nigga like me in your life...
I'm what these lil' niggas rap about...
thats me they talkin' 'bout in they rhymes...
I did that time...I flipped that dime...
shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles...

Look at this nigga, stuntin' in front of Justin's, actin' silly
If it wasn't cops all over, I'd smack him with this milli
You hoe, niggaz, move a brick and think they rich
Get a few guns and a click and wanna take over shit
Ain't that the same kid that shot Reg in the head?
Turned him into a carrot, he might as well have been dead
Just came home from doin' ten up in the Feds
Be extortin' kingpins for they horse and they bread
Had the whole Brooklyn under pressure, I'm surprised he ain't test ya
Mad niggaz know better
I ain't comin' up offa, no cheddar, no bricks, no nothin'
I'll kill that motherfucker, fuck him, yeah, I'll pay him somethin'
Pay his ass a visit, blow his brains on the sidewalk
Let him collect his thoughts
I'm the strongest force in New York
'Til I'm a corpse and even then, I'll be buried with bricks
And money filled vaults, seventeen shots and two weeks later
I'm in the spot, takin' it light
Watchin' the Tyson fight, it's packed, uh, with killers and rats
Dope dealers, money hungry bitches, malicious
Cars pilin' up the block for blocks, nigga, Bentleys and 6's
This the place to be, where all the gangsters meet
As I pick up my drink, I see my man Fat Pete
But before I could walk over, two niggaz tapped him on the shoulder
And unloaded in his face, bullets flyin' all over the place
Mirrors shatterin', people scatterin', his bodyguards shot back
Missed one but hit the other, in the abdomen, they both fled
But who the fuck would do somethin' so brazen and reckless?
Had to be some niggaz tryin' to send a message
Next day I got a call from uptown to
Come have a meetin' with The Council
'Bout the shit that's been goin' down
Word is, same kid that killed Fat Pete, shot Reg in the head
Bottom line, he's out of control, he got to be dead
He's startin' to be a real problem
Extortin' niggaz, Brooklyn through Harlem
But he fucked around and crossed the margin, touched one of ours
He got to go, he from your hood, handle it Poe
Say no mo', I'm out the do'
Went back to the spot to grab the guns
Semi auto check, AK 40 check, shotgun check, revolver, that's perfect
Called Tiz and told him meet me in an hour
Bring the caravan, you know the plan
Ski masks and stockings, seen him down the ave, boppin'
Him and a friend, just hopped in a Benz
Twenty inches on the rims, let's follow 'em slow, keep 'em in sight
Wait 'til he stop at a red light, then roll the window down
And kiss them bitches goodnight, they musta saw somethin'
'Cause the Benz busted you and came at us firin' shots
I threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left the driver's side wet
The Benz ran in a store window and got wrecked
I hopped out the van, ran up to the scene, still holdin' the tec
One nigga's body was split in half, the other nigga still movin'
Heard sirens comin' closer, as I'm 'bout to shoot him
But fuck it, I opened his mouth and let the tec spray

Geah, new
My niggaz frontin' on pumpin' and dumpin', leave 'em on the curb
Ridin on twinkies I'm [unverified] gun under my fur
Ma what you prefer?
His and hers [unverified] 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
[Unverified] 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 [unverified] 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
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
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 DC
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
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
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' chest plates
It's good old America the great, the land of the G
Home of the slave
Where corrupt politicians 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 [unverified] 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
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
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
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
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

Pshhhh pshhhh
Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face
He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e
Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cake
Maybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin
See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped
What I see is straight bug, straight girl
Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs
Rather look at the facts not the hype
Like who got shot and who got knifed
Who keep gettin struck, but don't neva strike
Hope the beef go away but the feds indict
I know yo card nigga, it's so clear
You juss wanna sell record you don't want warfare
You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
These niggaz would've died if they shot me nine times
Heyy it's juss for the best
Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it
And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum
It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losin' their life
When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night
pretty good witta a slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
You ain't kill humma 'cause if you did
Why you ain't get the pen after all of that hit
You know I know, that if you live
That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody
Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut
Yoo pac's a nigga, nobody got shot
Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what
Okay okay killa you'sa slut
Think about it, enoughs enoughs
I'm tryna show 'em whoes who
And what is what
I mean how can I respect you
When them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you
(not nobody)
You know where they are, where they perform
Bust yo gun, stop makin songs
Please no more ghetto quran
You got money now it's time to bomb
And that's juss fo the top
Take this mob shit seriouse please respect it
And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum
Death of perfection as I move witout motion
Ain't no nigga in his game doin the shit that I'm quotin'
Take a good look 'cause you'll neva a see enought of me
Might be sum otha g's tryna trace n color me
But I believe in the ways of old
Slice these niggaz throat tryna tell on po
That shouldn't excist, fuckin snitch
Cut of his dick, put it on his lips
You really think I was gon' let you slide
Fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind
You really think jail was gon' make thinks right
Nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life
I was mindin' my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout po
I was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go
I ain't lyin this is the mob
You got yo break come finish yo job
Juss don't get the feds involved
And I'mma reunite you wit yo moms
I guess this ain't juss music
Cuz jail only made me much mo' ruthless (nigga)
And the bitch nigga knew this
That's why he tryed to sign me to g-unit
Tell 'em how you made me offers
(I don't want that blood I'mma godfather)
Jumped on every street corner
Hurts yo heart that you don't get that honor
The feds I paid fo that
10 years up top
I sell 'em much shop
Both of ya was blood
Took the bus wit cuz
Want gun fo gun
I earned my lug
You, you juss pathetic
You neva bg, bespite yo average
Take this mob shit serioue, you gon' respect it
Tha's juss fo the record
And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum
It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losin' their life
When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night
pretty good witta a slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like

Dear America
I'm only what you made me
Young, black and fuckin' crazy
Please save me
I'm dyin' inside
Can't you see it in my eyes?
I'm hopeless, fearless on the outside
Gun on my side
Shit, maybe if y'all niggas build schools instead of prison
I'll stop livin' the way I'm livin', probably not
I'm so used to servin' rocks and burnin' blocks
I ain't never gonna stop
Been doin' this shit all my life
I'm a lost cause
And what about the rest?
Don't them suckers deserve a chance?
Somethin' better than a shoot-outs, liquor stores and food stamps?
Maybe if y'all teach them niggas a craft an' a trade
They wouldn't have to play that corner
Y'know what I mean? Servin' that yay
America, you got a fuckin' problem
An' I ain't never goin' away
There's about 20 million other muthafuckers just like me

Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, like that
Geah, uhh
Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec
It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne
Nothin but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches
It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne
What's my motherfuckin name? Put a bullet in your brain
Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine
It's the best of a V&E;
I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me
Heavenly indeed, measure me a key
My moms was a virgin when she had me
I rock flows, top O's, better yet, sell it wet
Tape ki's to bitches, I need the riches
Scene switches, big bitches, to hide snitches
Smile for the feds as they take pictures
It's the young G speakin; leavin niggaz leakin
Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit
Y'all motherfuckers was counterfeit
Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff coke
Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron
Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded
Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
If you hard right now as they play this in the club
lookin for somethin to fuck, it's ok
If you startin with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, it's ok
With so much blocks in the N-Y-C
to burn 'em all down is kinda hard for me
But uhh, somehow, someway
I keep takin over motherfucker's gates like every single day
It's, the, rap, singer
Slash, coke, crack, slinger
Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats
that try to pussy bootchie coochie, I'm in that
Kingpin raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin
My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms
Rinks and links and trips to Harry Winston
Born sinner; think that model bitch I'm with is slim?
You chances of seein me are slimmer
I was through with it, before y'all knew what to do with it
Put my finger in the ground and turn the world around
From hip-hop to them hot blocks
It ain't never gon' stop; well maybe for three days
but then I'll return, more blacks to burn for more yea
Get them (??) sittin up on Broadway (geah)
Livin the life, ridin on Twinkies
Thirty inch rims spinnin, bitches is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the pussy at
so I can scheme the dope, get the pussy and float
Big things, live from the Empire State
where niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, jewelers deliberate
Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure eight
Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter taste
Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face
Guerilla pimpin indeed
Shit I'm like a perm;

Yeah
Shyne, gang land, murder inc.
Haha
Alright, turn the beat up
I see you, ok!
I see you ma, in your thoughsand doller weave
Master p style ? on ya sleeve
Alright, jimmy shoo shoes on ya feet?
Shoot, right!
Slide inside the spider
I know tired of guys who try to lie
To slide inside you
Forget about that, lets go!
Forget about rap, i'm Po
I mean really, i been gettin money
Since niggas is rappin for me
Its fast as shit
Cuz you dont look like, you got your head right
I just hope that u can give head right
Breezin through XL, headlights
New York is mine, relax your mind
Oooooooooooooooo
Cant nobody
Do them things we do
And cant nobody
Touch me like u do
Cant nobody
Love me like you do
And cant nobody
Be like me and you
This is Me!
I'm mostly respected
Ring down to the necklace
Some hos say i'm sexist
Cuz all i wanna do is stuff coke in they breastes
Sit back, lift stakes, count money
In the zone, roll tha doe
Like this, come on
I need a prada chick
To take this dick, and take this script
And flick this shit, base this shit
We can go shopping and buy some things
Up in harry winston ma, try some rings
How you feel like u is prince di
So much cuts on your wrist
They could draw suiside
No lie, you aint heard?
Extensive trips, expensive rips
You aint seen nothing like this
Not in your life
If i aint that nigga, shit you fuckin right
Cant nobody
Do them things we do
And cant nobody
Touch me like u do
Cant nobody
Love me like you do
And cant nobody
Be like me and you
Who gon' cop them hos? (Po)
Who gon rock them clothes? (po)
Who gon' pop them fros? (Po)
Well i'm glad you know
No need to ask who holla'd
You aint nada, me alotta
Shyne winton gotta
See you niggas in hell
Now lets prevail, feds on the tel
Just post bail, a million in cash
Now u know that aint rappin pimpin
Please believe that
Body smoked like we was jus ganna clap em' up
That aint enough? then why u backin up
Niggas talkin real greesy on them rap records
Look i'm strip u naked, take ya necklace
Give it to my soldiers like "hold this"
Fuck you nigga u could never fool this
But anyway back to business
Lets play
One CPW come through
I like girls that like girls
That like girls that like furrs
Cant nobody
Do them things we do
And cant nobody
Touch me like u do
Cant nobody
Love me like you do
And cant nobody
Be like me and you

Heeeyyy!!
Yeah! Po!
For all my niggas locked under the cell (this gangsta mash)
All my niggas (turn this shit up) in Heaven
While niggas was alive it was Hell, gotta be Heaven after that
Check it
P-O, nuthin more to it
I'm gully, what I really been through it
From the stoop to the coupe and everything in between
Vicariously through me niggas live out they dreams
All the ones in the sky are up in the Bing
I do it for them when I'm cracking them rims
See me doing donuts over pot holes
Bustin' off Roscoes like fuck it I'll buy a new set tomorrow
I'm the horror the system built
Suck liquor out my moms tits instead of milk
I'm society's filth, shit I feel no guilt
Welfare couldn't feed Po, what the fuck I need more (mo' mo' mo')
Catch me posted up in one pivot
By the looks of my arm and palm its been a blizzard
Bitches wanna know who that nigga Po?
When you think of me just think of snow
All white hard white masterpiece all white it's alright
I could take you out the Nikes and put you in some things
Have you lookin' like somethin', diamond buttons
It's the predicate felon, million dollar rhetoric
Tellin' spittin' thesis from my Corniches
Leaving niggas speechless, can't talk with a gun in your throat
Yeah I'm loke, been around to much dope
All my life brain ain't never been right
Don't hear shit I ear shit
Niggas lose sight, it's bigger than mic's
Come fuck with the kid
OG's look at me like that's how I live
Niggas look from the sky like yeah I still live
Resurrected through the necklace or the gold-coated SIG
Gangsta's never die as long as I'm alive
And when I go its gon' be another Po
For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
When you see that watch blue its for you
When you see that coupe with no roof its for you
For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
Kid that I fried around the way was for you
This connect that I tied the other day was for you
Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and yellow rocks
Its the number one gunner pop-pa-pop-pop!
Hard top, windows black, that's the way I gangsta mash
Coming through bumping Thriller like I'm really a killer
Who you know fuckin' with me? Them niggas is bitter
Know I hit you when it's burning and numb
Who you? Screw you just for burning your gums
Get it right - I'm him, y'all just rhymin
Noise over beats y'all niggas hymen
Ma this shit is real, I'm buying jet fuel
And the cuts on my shit is Princess Blue
You fuck with the kid, you get Princess too (fa' sho')
What? Your boyfriend a rapper?
This between me and you
And that's just how my niggas would want it
America's most-wanted, station name: P-O
Niggas know
For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
When you see that watch blue its for you
When you see that coupe with no roof its for you
For all my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
Kid that I fried around the way was for you
Connect that I tied the other day was for you
All my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Everything that I do
Bitch I hit with the long dick was for you
Bong! Bong! 8 times its for you
All my niggas who ain't here with me, you still here with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Let that sawed off shit bark off with me
What's up with my niggas? I'm with my niggas

when it comes to be real
baby know I am the king
pocket full of money
ribs full of ....
truck full of ...
truck full of ...
truck full of ...t
ruck full of ...truck full of ...truck full of ...
yeah this is the real shit everything
Gucci Mane Shyne might get your head ..
.. is the .. game with a .. game
ain't no .. crime
I just .. on the side
ruthless music for ..
I do this for the mothers ..
don't be listening to this ..
unless you are talking Shyne ...
I put ...
chorus
when it comes to be real
baby know I am the king
pocket full of money
ribs full of ....
truck full of ...
truck full of ...
truck full of ...t
ruck full of ...truck full of ...truck full of ...
Gucci Mane ..welcome to the good time
yeah we are on a seat ...the times
.. bottles to the .. we are all about the profit
.. take losses .. window
see my wife knowing .. call me ,.,
if you think about your money than think about locking your boy
chorus
when it comes to be real
baby know I am the king
pocket full of money
ribs full of ....
truck full of ...
truck full of ...
truck full of ...t

Hustler, bad motherfucker
Brooklyn to the rucker, Cali and back
Court cases pendin, all the blood drug money spendin
Ferrari engines leave your whole fuckin block tremblin
I'm what niggaz wanna be, a straight G
Whore bitches wanna suck and fuck for free
I'm Alpo, before you snitch dog
I switch lines and rhymes faster than I switch cars
Ghetto star, name ring in every hood
Heartless villain, money driven killin
and bury my opposition, for a pot to piss in
Knickerbock position, listen
A hundred carats in the watch (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Gettin skull off in the parkin lot (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Feel the knot when you loft (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Takin over spots and blocks (THAT'S GANGSTA)
I got a question; as serious as cancer
Where da fuckin safe at? Somebody better answer
before I start killin and fillin these double-I slugs
in your mug then you spittin up blood
Got dead gangstas rollin over like, "Yo this nigga cold"
The way he cut his coke is murder game to his flow
Rich is, my only reason for bein, shit
I never had hope, until I sold dope
Drug game is infectious, got me livin reckless
Feds get uptight when they see my watch and necklace
glow, fuck 'em, they can't catch me
Murder and money, 'til they throw my ashes in the sea
Mac-10's, crush rocks and drops
The best respect, the feds only fuck cops
Coke price raisin, task force raidin
Bustin at secret agents runnin up out the Days Inn
Roller, diamonds and mack-milla's
Fillers and loud pipes for all my killers
Money hungry honies around, the killer streets and the law
The opium and the raw, that's what I live for
For cuttin yea, never for today
Extended magazines shootouts and ricochets
Play a role and catch a bullethole, pop your blood vessels
Ain't gonna wait before the smoke settles
Money in brown paper bags (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Menage red labels (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Showin love to your hood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Leavin cowards layin where they stood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Floodin your homey's commisary up (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Never missin when we bust (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Money in brown paper bags (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Menage red labels (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S GANGSTA)

I just wanna move mad bricks for all the days I never had shit
Now I'm young heartless an' rich
Pistols an' pussy, straight from the door
Brown paper bags full of blood money, need more
Too much ain't enough, high off dust, greed never endin'
Catchin' bodies, I'm what Gotti was supposed to be
It's overwhelmin'
Face smothered in cocaine, against all odds
Life is what you make it, well I made it
Leavin' motherfuckers naked
I get excited watchin' niggaz bleed helplessly
Put 'em out they misery, selflessly
A coward dies a thousand deaths, I got a thousand tecs
Takin' niggaz with me when I got, fo'rilla
I'll probably be all pissy when I blow, fo'rilla
Adrenaline rushin' blood bushin'
It's nothin' long as I'm bustin'
All gangstas is dead or in jail
Except for me I posted bail, all hail
Money be the root of all evil, Calico Desert Eagles
Bitch, I'm comin' to see you, all you niggas gonna die
Motherfucker, die
Money be the root of all evil, Calico Desert Eagles
Bitch, I'm comin' to see you, all you niggas gonna die
Motherfucker, die
Fast cars an' plea bargains, pitchin' niggaz wigs
Have they families donatin' they fuckin' organs
What you like stress you up, press your luck
Better hope you hit seven or find yourself in Heaven
Lost my conscience somewhere in between
Watchin' niggaz die an' leavin' the murder scene
Hot gun in my waist, stockin' over my face
An' I tell you niggaz this, I never miss, check it
My point of view is me or you
An' I'ma burn anyway, what the fuck? Bust
Seventeen shots up in your guts, truck blood drippin'
Dead on arrival, leavin' my rivals lookin' up at the clouds
The prodigal son, seein' demons an' devils
Through the reflection of my watch bezel
Embezzle an' racket, full metal jackets
Poppin' heat an' seekin', niggaz die, internal bleedin'
Hear Mom screamin', ?Bury Shyne?
'Cause when I come, motherfuckers all die
Money be the root of all evil, Calico Desert Eagles
Bitch, I'm comin' to see you, all you niggas gonna die
Motherfucker, die
Money be the root of all evil, Calico Desert Eagles
Bitch, I'm comin' to see you, all you niggas gonna die
Motherfucker, die
Money be the root of all evil, Calico Desert Eagles
Bitch, I'm comin' to see you, all you niggas gonna die
Motherfucker, die
Money be the root of all evil, Calico Desert Eagles
Bitch, I'm comin' to see you, all you niggas gonna die
Motherfucker, die
Money be the root of all evil, Calico Desert Eagles
Bitch, I'm comin' to see you, all you niggas gonna die
Motherfucker, die
Money be the root of all evil, Calico Desert Eagles
Bitch, I'm comin' to see you, all you niggas gonna die

Yeah, yeah
This ones for my Brooklyn playboys
This ones for my L.A. playboys
This ones for my Chi town playboys
ATL, down south, NC, SC
Where you be?
Come on, just play it with me
When it come to hoes, we don't love not one
Fuckin' a friend, ain't no option
It's a must, her friend assists like Stockton
When we fuck, I gotta have two not one
She know a freaky nigga like me
Get her wet then I'm out like strike three
No doubt, make her girlfriend eat her out
After we fuck, then the exit be the route
Believe me, we don't love them hoes
Break out, after we dug them hoes
You wanna stay bitch, what'cha talkin' 'bout?
Put your shoes on and start walkin' out
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talkin' 'bout
Put your shoes on and start walkin' out
Honey, you hittin', you got me lickin' the hole
Before I'm stickin' the hole up in my face
In the place most niggas don't see love drug, baby
I'm about to O.D. Cocaine pussy
One stroke be a whole KI
You're feminine, hood from heaven an'
I'll do anything, orals to S and M
Keep you satisfied, back? Certified?
Come and take a ride, I'll be your great adventure
Tell ya friends, I bent'cha, who sent'cha?
Must'a been God, my bedroom angel taken
Lovin' the curves as you purr while I'm stroking
Grabbin' ya hair, dont'cha dare shed a tear
You a good girl, don't cry
Shake that thang that I give
Throw ya back as I dig
Like a broke mattress you had me sprung out
But ain't nothin' changed you got to get out
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talkin' 'bout
Put your shoes on and start walkin' out
To all my niggas that know what I mean
When you fuck a bitch good, she don't wanna leave
I go through this all the time
Bitch, act like she don't see the exit sign
Start cryin', how much she love Shyne
That's the same thing she told my man Brian
What the fuck, she think I'm stupid?
Don't know my pimp blood is deeply rooted
Inherited, that be my heritage
That I don't give a fuck about a bitch fetishes
So when we fuck and it's over
Throw ya pocketbook, on ya shoulder
Put your shoes on and hit the road
And if your last name Royce, bitch you Roll
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talkin' 'bout
Put your shoes on and start walkin' out
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talkin' 'bout

I done fucked, 'The Baddest Bitches', ask Trina
Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor
Felonies and misdemeanors, I'm villified
I just, rap on the side, black Mafia ties
Prolific words, I speak for the unheard
Niggas who love guns, money, girls and furs
Sittin' up in the mans', runnin' shit
On the phone moving bricks, orderin' hits
Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain
Niggas think I change, I'm just tryin' to watch 'em change
Livin' the American dream
Drugs, violence, sex and loaded magazines
That's all I could talk about in these sixteen
'Cuz that's all I live, ask Tibs
It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, shit
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang out
Til the clip's done or your vital arteries hang out
Ham a cot, Bad Boy, the black Camelot
Raise the price and connect the dots
Through life's journeys, all I need is a couple of mack mils
A couple of mils and good attorneys
Skatin' on big blades, goin' out in a blaze in my last days
I'll probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose
Without tellin' my moms, sorry it was close
My wife and my bitch, fightin' over my notes
All my niggas skied north, makin' a toast
'Til hell, just gimme bad bitches in Channel
Connects wit, Chinese cartels and that new SL
And the judge that's gon' set my bail
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
I'm on top of this shit, look at the wrists
Too much rocks in this shit, ain't that a bitch
Make hits, til my last breath
With that nigga, the P U double F
So lay back in the cut motherfucker 'fore you get shot
I kill niggas on the spot like a cop
I did it all four seasons, suites to a cot
Give bitches nothing but Breathmints and this cock
Call me what, there's a way to eat
And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets
I'm in deep, think of Citibank, when I sleep
Ching, ching, like I was from Shaolin
Brooklyn nigga, what you say, keep stylin'
My air force ones, you couldn't walk a mile in
I love politics, narcotics and violins
Bad Boy forever, we move in silence
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang

Whatcha Gonna Do?
Once upon a time, not long ago
When gangstas rock waves so dope and sniff lo'
There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe
Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now
It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words
Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs
Similarities in my voice nigga check the words
I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds from the cur
Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs
Since the young Frank Matthews the rap version
Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin'
Now servin' leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin'
Uh--y'all got me fucked up like
My desert eagle and my sick doom bust right
Like my guns is racin',muthafucka don't you know I
Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin'
Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime
25 to life plus 9
Chorus: 2x
Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fed
Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch
Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fed
Pray to God,go hard or lay up in the morgue
Evil grin,dead eyes,walkin wit a bock, monster
Best way to describe my posture
In this world of sin hummas wicked as they come
Moonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and I'm done
Ain't enough money here I ratha be in the tropics
Wit cau-si-cans when narcotics is the only topic
Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow
Tiger par
And every other form of raw
Since a team been handlin, nigga been scramblin'
Bettin' on money in Vegas gamblin'
Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin',staggerin'
More than you can imaginin
Uh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mind
Like who's the best MC's - Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne
Demented as a young'n, apple 2nd comin'
Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellum
Shyne Poe what the fuck you gon' tell 'em?
All you niggas that wanna be fly my gun shots'll propell 'em
Leavin' somewhere smellin', repellin'
Crows caskets for you fuckin' bastads c'mon
Chorus: 2x
Only the strong survive,weak niggas bleed
And get found,wit they fuckin' face down
Numb from the waist down
I din been to hell and back
Twice and still in crack
Stay deaf and the eyes and never blink
And shots rip through my mink
Went to war wit the realist killas
Killed friends over jealousy and envy
My heart's empty
Behind the wheel of my Bentley
Cooped up feelin' invincible
'Bout to take over the world I can't be stopped
Not the feds or the fuckin' cops
Not even 17 shots
Can but a end to this terror
I'ma live forever,cuz gangstas don't break
We just get plastic surgery and relocate
To anotha state
Haulin',smilin',money pilin',wildin'
Yo Puff over done them fuckin' violins
Uh this shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver North
Kill you then use your corpse,to transport horse
Leave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car window
Any nigga snitch and givin' info
Since my motha stomach coke and liquor
Was the mixture
Betta be prepared when we hit ya
Chorus: Fade til end

[Shyne]
Now tell me: who want to fuck with us?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!
I bang
And let your fuckin' brains hang!
Snitches
Fuck all them able bitches
With riches
who carry 22's up in they hosiery
A black teller when my father bust and unloaded me thinks he
Just finished sniffin a ki
And dippin the D's
Don't hate me --- hate Nicky Barnes
For hittin my moms
and letting the condom pop!
Nigga, I was born in the drop!
Coke boil in the pot
Shake the Feds and bust shots at them street cops
Fuck yo' poitnahs (partners)!
My point is
Double fours at your fuckin jaws, pointed!
Hollow point shit ---
Four-point-six!
Need I say more, or do you get the point, bitch?
C'mon
What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz)
What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz)
What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz)
Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot ..
[Shyne]
Minks draggin on the floor
Bangin on your whore
Suckin the croissant just examine it for flaws
Pour the Cristal on the way to trial
RICO law got a nigga head hurtin,
Squirtin til they pull the curtain
Let the money drip dry
hundred dollar bills wipe the tears from my eyes, no love
Fuck y'all niggaz! Hope you die a slow death
As I coke-test
And see the lawyers talk of protest!
Can't fuck with you weak rap niggaz witcha gay raps
Runnin 'round talkin this and talkin that
See me in the streets tried to give me dap
Andrew Cunanan ass niggaz!
My two cannons blast niggaz, ass niggaz!
Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained
Keep your five mics nigga, give me the 'caine
Do the shit to clean my money dummies
Gleam the wrist out
Cop the pist-al
Nigga, talk shit now!
What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz)
What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz)
What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz)
Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot...
[Shyne]
Bling bling
It's a Bad Boy thing
Bullets heat-seekin
streep sweepin
With an evil grin, I Watch you die
One love, one life, one Shyne!
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin nothin, like a mime
Every line, I live it, I write it
With a pencil so niggaz die of lead poison if they bite it
Hate it but recite it!
It's a G thang, me and Puff in St. Bart's set it off
Bitches walkin topless with G-strings --- menage!
Bust shots at your crew --- another charge!
As the gulf stream fly through the fog, I'll make ya popular
Pockets filled with more high notes than the opera
Franklins on top of the - Jacksons
My nigga Ty leave you tired!!
Bad Boy --- respect it or die, coward!
What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz)
What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz)
What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz)
Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot ..
What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz)
What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz)
What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz)
Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot ..