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