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