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Album by: Shyne
Artist by: Shyne
Geah.. new..
My niggaz frontin on pumpin and dumpin, leave em on the curb
Ridin on twinkies I'm (? ? ) gun under my fur
Ma what you prefer?
His and hers (? ) and villas, d**e dealers and killers
Who keep it real-a, chase paper f**k b**ches they'll always be there
Burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare
Live for the moment, f**k atonement
Explain to God when you see him
(? )lease a bigger day, til your paper reach the ceiling
Niggaz, we only live once
And I don't know about yall, but sh*t I'm on mine
Like don trump, black ted turner, totin burners
Open d**e spots on every block
Jumpin in and out of cherry drops
As the plot thickens, watch glistens
Feds trail us, surveil us, tell us
Not enough evidence (? ) us
Teflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get gone
In the name of brooklyn vietnam
And all you f**kin rappers, for the last time
The last name ain't junior, my name is shyne
Now take a paternity test, theres no relation
I'm the f**kin king, nobody stands adjacent
All I wanna do is get a brand new fifth
And a few kis, spend some cheese
All I wanna do is see my homies stay fly
Until we all day, and spend some cheese
All I wanna do is get this money washed
So I can lay back, and spend some cheese
Get right, live life, spend some cheese
Gs ice, gun fights, spend some cheese
Bandana wrap, under my fitted hat
I got mines stacked, ni**a where yo ticket at?
Floatin countin the two turbos
B**ches I burned know shyne poe; bad boy - whos f**kin with that?
I done burnt down new york, ran through d.c.
And this rap sh*t here, ain't nothin to me
Got my murder game down for real
Gave lead showers to any coward who sold me flour
Poes my power - these rappers frontin like they uncut raw
Ill be the first to tell ya, they talcum powder
Actin like I know them, I owe them
Til I blow them, and leave they face in they f**kin scrotum
One change on the pike, under the moonlight
Headin nowhere fast, desert in the airbags
Deaths around the corner so I make detour slide to the rucker
Firellis burnin rubbers
Pull up in front, let my sh*t bump
Hop out, no respect for the cops
Got the glock out, lookin for a knockout
Somethin to put a seed in, nah ni**a
Just somethin I can put some kis in, come on
Ni**a wait, push rhymes, push fives
Push wigs back, push weight
Runnin narcotics in over twenty-one states
Thuggin and buggin Ill crack your f**kin chestplates
Its good old america the great, the land of the g
Home of the slave
Where corrupt politicans and black gangsters is made
Where you die at 25, shot up in your merceds
Ridin on blades, livin for today
F**k peace, bustin at the police
Young black and just don't give a f**k
You'd think it was the olympics the way niggaz be sprintin
And jumpin when my (? ) bust, pullin up in bigger trucks
Like what? hand on my nuts
White gold smile, high profile
B**ches love the style
How the furs fittin, gangster slur spittin
For my niggaz in lewisburg sittin
I got to get it like sisqo
Its the don-da-don-don-don
Switch flows faster than cops can shoot a black
As them bricks keep turnin and them blocks keep burnin, cmon
