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    "Shyne" Lyrics

    Swizz Beatz feat. Mashonda and Shyne

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    Swiss, Po
    Respect our gangsta nigga
    Lay down

    What you know bout holding out big Tec.
    Big vest , hollow tips all up in the kid Neck
    Po live it up, yellow stones lid it Up
    Long Johns (siggaz) tuck, it's the kid nigga What
    Some of ya rap niggas is girls
    On my dick yapping, flappin'
    Fucking cartoons,
    These niggas guns don't go off
    Until they say lights, camera, action
    Yo Swiss tell them niggas eat a Dick
    Gun up in yo face, bitch that Reary won't Miss
    Unload the shit then reload the shit
    Head str8 to the airport and unload sum Bricks
    No lyin', you niggas seem me comin down to shoot ya
    Think I was flyin', 12 syllabus
    Brooklyn is mine, nigga move Ova
    Yea I'm talking to you. Fuckin Dick Blowa

    Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health
    Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
    'cause it's cool when you fuckin wit a nigga like me
    Cool when you ridin' wit a nigga like me
    To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
    To all my niggas keepin it gully juss Shine
    To all the ghettos in America, ohh Shine
    I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Sine

    Check it
    All I need in this world of sin
    Is a crooked lawyer, big rims and a Mac. 10
    Ridin' through the city like I'm used to this Shit
    Fuck yo vest nigga, my cells will chew through that Shit
    Catch a breath, you ain't heard bout that nigga Po
    Murdah cases diamond faces, Mat-hat-lo'
    Leavin' pieces of yo brian on yo car Do'
    Lookin gully in that Bent.on that R.O.
    L.L. see you niggas in Hell
    Soon as they set my bell, I make another Cell
    Shiet I set my mind at a the early age
    I was gon' be paid or early graved
    Whatta fuck I got-ta have, blocks to smash
    Lots a cash, drop sum Ass
    This iz the truth, I probebly die in my Coup
    But I bet you and them bitches that come to get me, I Shoot


    [Verse 3:]
    I got my mind on the Shipment
    Shipment on my Mind
    Bout to meet these Dominican niggas at 9
    Rhyme, rap, what to fuck is That
    Only thing I rap is Ye, nigga die Today
    Ya got it confused I ain't trying to fill nobody's Shoes
    I'm just looking fo connects nigga
    Doin' what I Do
    Back against the wall
    Against all odds
    Tune in to my Live nigga, this shit is sicka then OZ
    Fightin' 'gainst them Crackaz
    + them killaz gettin' at Us
    No where to run, so I grab my Gun
    N' start blazin', this shit got a nigga Agin'
    I'ma die a Gangsta nigga ain't no Changin'
    A G. faithfully, momma pray for Me
    Lil nigga go to school, stay away from Me
    Got hoez fo you hustlaz
    Bullets fo you cowards
    N' dick fo you bitches up in the Trunk-Tower

    This song was submitted on December 7th, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Mashonda Tifrere, Kasseem Dean, Jamaal Barrow.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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