Album by: Shyne
Artist by: Shyne
Its a new day in the rap game!
Nobody sells records but shyne po!
My life had its ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin
I had the whole tri-state high, ni**a I ain't frontin
At fifteen I sold my first bag of d**e
Used to stick dominicans, burner under the coat
Gettin like 15 grams, a half a ki
At fifteen man, a ni**a just glad to be
Gettin some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifth
He knew some dominican niggas that wanted a clique
To hold em down, shoot niggas in the head
Throw em out windows if they were late with the bread
Basically I'm enforcin
Around heavy coke, when nobodys lookin Id be dippin in the portion
They wasnt missin it
So I got my hustle on the side, flippin it
Sellin like 500 bottles and nicks, started minor
But I always knew Id turn a big apple into cider.
Niggas...niggas just ain't built like me...
Stand up niggas...since 15
I been servin fiends and loadin magazines...
Takin shots..burnin blocks..
This ain't no f**kin rap.
Everything was everything till my man got pinched
He had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct
Other than that, I went from enforcer to movin product, straight white
Powder now, gettin it
The hardest ni**a in the street
My first car was a 190 benz with louie vaton seats
Buyin out the bar at the rooftop
I had a few spots
One called the jukebox
Where I was gettin like 50 a brick
2 or 3 bricks a day, makin mothaf**kas sick
My cousin ron a crook from the brook was torchin
Any niggas whisperin or talkin bout extortion
Sh*t was goin right and only one better
When I got my italian connect, hittin me with pure **
Moved to 116th, started seein real dinero then
Empire buildin, the sh*t was takin flight
Had my b**ches cuttin up like 10 kis a night
Mixin lactose, bonita, and quenii
I was the first black ni**a with mafia ties
Leased my soul to the devil with the option to buy.
Yo..bangin for real..
Niggas is thinkin rap, I'm thinkin laundromat..
We washin this money...
You think this sh*t is about rhymes...
Youll find yourself under the f**kin ground...you know? ..
We get low when the feds is in town..
This is justice..
We playin the pop charts and still lettin them things pop off...
At 21 I was a legend, had the game transformed
Controllin manufacturin and distribution of heron
Throughout the tri-state, high stakes
I spent hundreds of thous out of paper bags
You couldn't name a car I ain't have
Every minute new tags
Seven series to the five-sixty drop ni**a
I was givin away blocks ni**a
Fast cars, fast money, slow deaths
This things of ours
Had me doin a hundred miles an hour
Through the city evadin the feds
Started this sh*t called the counsel and we all made a pledge
Not to f**k each others b**ches
Or touch each others riches
On top or broke
Never break this oath
Every ni**a in the counsel was a boss
We used to put coke on our dick and make b**ches suck it off
It was alright till I got caught
Charged with an eight-forty-eight
Behind marion steel gates
Niggas started shittin, actin bizarre
Drivin my cars, f**kin my broads, breakin the laws
Same niggas I took care of and got money wit was on some funny sh*t
If I was different Id snitch
What would you do if you got millions with niggas and they had no love
For ya?
Couldn't pay for ya lawyer
I figured sh*t, why sit in a cell to rot?
Ill be out in ten, start over again
Throw those boys in the pot, but I couldn't do it
You couldn't understand it of you ain't been through it
Theres rules to this sh*t and I couldn't break em
Death before dishonor till I meet satan...i know hes waitin.
God forgive me...youve never seen a ni**a like me in your life...
I'm what these lil niggas rap about...
Thats me they talkin bout in they rhymes...
I did that time...i flipped that dime...
Shoot-outs, jet planes, coc*ine and automobiles...
The life...love it.
