, seein' demons an' devils Through the reflection of my watch bezel Embezzle an' racket, full metal jackets Poppin' heat an' seekin', niggaz die, internal bleedin' Hear Mom screamin', ?Bury Shyne
Catch me in the Trump Tower with a honey and powder I feel the shadows death is comin' to an end My lifes slippin' from me, ya'll niggaz is funny Tell me shyne
Gyeah, gyeah, walk with me, come on Gyeah, it's like New York's been soft Ever since my nigga, Shyne, been sittin' in prison Yeah, check it Sip things
Verse 1: Speedin' on the highway, gangsta lean One-Sixteen, full steam, kna meen? bitches on my jock 'cause my flow is hot spot the watch I got filled
Swizz, Po Respect our gangsta, nigga Lay down What you know 'bout rollin' out? Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck Po live it up
Hey! Yeah! po For all my niggas locked under the cell this gangsta mash All my niggas turn this shit up in Heaven While niggas was alive it was hell Gotta
[Shyne] Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh Uh-huh, like that Geah, uhh Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne Nothin but cum
Yeah Shyne Gangland Huh, Murder Inc Alright Turn the beat up I seek you Okay I see ya Ma in ya thousand dollar weave, masterpiece Diamond face on ya
Look at this nigga, stuntin' in front of Justin's, actin' silly If it wasn't cops all over, I'd smack him with this milli You hoe, niggaz, move a brick
the air, hold tec It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne Nothin' but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne
of .... truck full of ... truck full of ... truck full of ...t ruck full of ...truck full of ...truck full of ... yeah this is the real shit everything Gucci Mane Shyne
' through my mind Like who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne Demented as a young'n, apple second comin' Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellum Shyne
and get gone In the name of Brooklyn, Vietnam And all you fuckin' rappers, for the last time The last name ain't junior, my name is Shyne Now take a
Hustler, bad motherfucker Brooklyn to the rucker, Cali and back Court cases pendin', all the blood drug money spendin' Ferrari engines leave your whole
It's a new day in the rap game Nobody sells records but Shyne Po My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin' I had the whole tri-state
the Rugers out In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out Y'all got a muthafuckin' problem when my dude get out Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne
quintessential hustler When I pull a slide back Motherfuckers be hoppin' their faces don't get left open You understand? Shirt soaking, brain smokin' left in the ocean floatin' Shyne
Swizz, Po Respect our gangsta, nigga Lay down What you know 'bout rollin' out? Big Tec, big vest, hollow tips all up in that kid neck Po, live it up,