Shyne (feat. Mashonda)

What you know about holding out big Tec

Big vest, hollow tips all up in that kid neck

Pour, live it up, yellow stones, lit it up

Long Johns siggaz tuck, it's the kid, ****, what

Some of y'all rap **** is girls

On my dick yapping and flapping

Fucking cartoons, these **** guns don't go off

Until they say lights, camera, action

Yo, Swiss, tell them **** eat a dick

Gun up in your face, bitch, that way we won't miss

Unload the shit, then reload the shit

Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks

No lying, you **** see me coming down the street

You think I was flying, twelve cylinders

Brooklyn is mine, ****, move over

Yeah, I'm talking to you, fucking dick blower

For all of y'all keeping y'all in health

Just to see you wilding, enjoy yourself

'Cause it's cool when you fucking with a **** like me

Cool when you riding with a **** like me

To all my Marla Maple bitches, just (Shyne)

To all my ****, keep it gully, just (Shyne)

To all the ghettos in America (oh, Shyne)

I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, **** (Shyne)

Check it

Hey-o, all I need in this world of sin

Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC 10

Riding through the city like I'm used to this shit

Fuck your vest, ****, my cells will chew through that shit

Catch a breath, you ain't heard about that **** 'Po

Murder cases, diamond faces, mad hat low

Leaving pieces of your brain on your car door

Looking gully in that Bent', or that R.O.

L.L., see you **** in Hell

Soon a they set my bail, I make another cell

Shit, I set my mind at a early age

I was either gon' be paid or early a grave

What the fuck, I gotta have blocks to smash

Lots of cash, drop some ass

This is the truth, I probably die in my coupe

But I bet you and them bitches that come to get me, I shoot

For all of y'all keeping y'all in health

Just to see you wilding and enjoy yourself

'Cause it's cool when you fucking with a **** like me

Cool when you riding with a **** like me

To all my Marla Maple bitches, just (Shyne)

To all my ****, keep it gully, just (Shyne)

To all the ghettos in America (oh, Shyne)

I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, **** (Shyne)

I got my mind on the shipment, shipment on my mind

'Bout to meet these Dominican **** at nine

Rhyme, rap, what the fuck is that?

Only thing I wrap is yay, ****, die today

Ya'll got it confused

I ain't tryna fill nobodies shoes

I'm just looking for connects, ****

Doing what I do

Back against the wall, against all odds

Tune in to my life, ****

This shit is sicker than Nas

Fighting 'gainst them crackers, plus them killers getting at us

No where to run, so I grab my gun

And start blazing, this shit got a **** aging

But I'ma die a gangsta, ****, ain't no changing

A G, faithfully, mama pray for me

Little **** go to school, stay away from me

Got hoes for you hustlers

Bullets for you cowards

And dick for you bitches up in the Trump tower

For all of y'all keeping y'all in health

Just to see you wilding and enjoy yourself

'Cause it's cool when you fucking with a **** like me

Cool when you riding with a **** like me

To all my Marla Maple bitches, just (Shyne)

To all my ****, keep it gully, just (Shyne)

To all the ghettos in America (oh, Shyne)

I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, **** (Shyne)

For all of y'all keeping y'all in health

Just to see you wilding and enjoy yourself

'Cause it's cool when you fucking with a **** like me

Cool when you riding with a **** like me

To all my Marla Maple bitches, just (Shyne)

To all my ****, keep it gully, just (Shyne)

To all the ghettos in America (oh, Shyne)

I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, **** (Shyne)