[Shyne]
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Geah.. new..
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My niggaz frontin on pumpin and dumpin, leave 'em on the curb
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Ridin on twinkies I'm (??) gun under my fur
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Ma what you prefer?
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His and hers (?) and villas, dope dealers and killers
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who keep it real-a, chase paper fuck bitches they'll always be there
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Burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare
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Live for the moment, fuck atonement
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Explain to God when you see him
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(?)lease a bigger day, til your paper reach the ceiling
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Niggaz, we only live once
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and I don't know about y'all, but shit I'm on mine
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like Don Trump, Black Ted Turner, totin burners
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Open dope spots on every block
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Jumpin in and out of cherry drops
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as the plot thickens, watch glistens
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Feds trail us, surveil us, tell us
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not enough evidence (?) us
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Teflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get gone
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In the name of Brooklyn Vietnam
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And all you fuckin rappers, for the last time
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The last name ain't Junior, my name is Shyne
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Now take a paternity test, there's no relation
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I'm the fuckin king, nobody stands adjacent
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[Chorus]
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All I wanna do is get a brand new fifth
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and a few ki's, spend some cheese
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All I wanna do is see my homies stay fly
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until we all day, and spend some cheese
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All I wanna do is get this money washed
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so I can lay back, and spend some cheese
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Get right, live life, spend some cheese
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G's ice, gun fights, spend some cheese
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[Shyne]
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Bandana wrap, under my fitted hat
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I got mines stacked, nigga where yo' ticket at?
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Floatin countin the two turbo's
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Bitches I burned know Shyne Poe; Bad Boy - who's fuckin with that?
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I done burnt down New York, ran through D.C.
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And this rap shit here, ain't nothin to me
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Got my murder game down for real
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Gave lead showers to any coward who sold me flour
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Poe's my power - these rappers frontin like they uncut raw
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I'll be the first to tell ya, they talcum powder
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Actin like I know them, I owe them
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til I blow them, and leave they face in they fuckin scrotum
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One change on the pike, under the moonlight
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Headin nowhere fast, Desert in the airbags
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Death's around the corner so I make detour slide to the Rucker
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Firelli's burnin rubbers
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Pull up in front, let my shit bump
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Hop out, no respect for the cops
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Got the glock out, lookin for a knockout
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Somethin to put a seed in, nah nigga
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Just somethin I can put some ki's in, come on
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[Chorus]
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[Shyne]
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Nigga wait, push rhymes, push fives
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push wigs back, push weight
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Runnin narcotics in over twenty-one states
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Thuggin and buggin I'll crack your fuckin chestplates
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It's good old America the great, the land of the G
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Home of the slave
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Where corrupt politicans and black gangsters is made
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Where you die at 25, shot up in your Merced's
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Ridin on blades, livin for today
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Fuck peace, bustin at the police
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Young black and just don't give a fuck
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You'd think it was the Olympics the way niggaz be sprintin
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and jumpin when my (?) bust, pullin up in bigger trucks
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like what? Hand on my nuts
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White gold smile, high profile
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Bitches love the style
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How the fur's fittin, gangster slur spittin
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For my niggaz in Lewisburg sittin
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I got to get it like Sisqo
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It's the Don-da-Don-Don-Don
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Switch flows faster than cops can shoot a black
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as them bricks keep turnin and them blocks keep burnin, c'mon
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[Chorus 4X to fade]
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Spend Some Cheese
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Shyne |