[Shyne]
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I just wanna move mad bricks
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for all the days I never had shit
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Now I'm young heartless and rich
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Pistols and pussy, straight from the door
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Brown paper bags full of blood money, need more
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Too much ain't enough
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High off dust, greed never endin
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Catchin bodies I want Gotti was supposed to be
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It's overwhelmin
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Face smothered in cocaine, against all odds
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Life is what you make it, well I made it
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Leavin motherfuckers naked
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I get excited watchin niggaz bleed helplessly
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Put 'em out they misery, selflessly
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A coward dies a thousand deaths
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I got a thousand tecs
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Takin niggaz with me when I got, fo'rilla
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I'll probably be all pissu when I blow, fo'rilla
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Adrenaline rushin blood bushin
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It's nothin long as I'm bustin
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All gangstas is dead, or in jail
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except for me I posted bail, all hail
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[Chorus 2X: Shyne]
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Money be the root of all evil, calico desert eagles
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Bitch I'm comin to see you, all you niggas gon' die
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Motherfucker die
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[Shyne]
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Fast cars and plea bargains, pictchin niggaz wigs
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Have they families donatin they fuckin organs
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What you like, stress you up, press your luck
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Better hope you hit seven or find yourself in heaven
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Lost my conscience somewhere in between
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watchin niggaz die and leavin the murder scene
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Hot gun in my waist, stockin over my face
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and I tell you niggaz this, I never miss, check it
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My point of view is me or you
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And I'ma burn anyway, what the fuck? Bust
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seventeen shots up in your guts, truck blood drippin
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Dead on arrival, leavin my rivals
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lookin up at the clouds
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The prodigal son, seein demons and devils
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through the reflection, of my watch bezel
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Embezzle, and racket, full metal, jackets
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Poppin heat and, seekin, niggaz die internal bleedin
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Hear mom screamin, bury Shyne
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Cause when I come, motherfuckers all die
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[Chorus] - 3X {*to fade*}
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Niggas Gonna Die
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Shyne |