Shyne Lyrics

Shyne lyrics

[Shyne]

Swizz, Po

Respect our gangsta, nigga 

Lay down



(Verse 1) 

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, yappin' 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 won'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 



[Chorus - Shyne] 

(Mashonda) 



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 (shine) 

I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga (shine) 



(Verse 2)

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 will 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 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 when them bitches come to get me I shoot 



[Chorus]



(Verse 3) 

I got my mind on this shipment, shipment on my mind 

Bout to meet these Dominican niggas at 9 

Rhyme, rap - the fuck is that? 

Only thing I wrap is "yay" 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 agin' 

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 



[Chorus - till fade]