[Shyne]
I just wanna move mad bricks
For all the days I never had sh**
Now I'm young heartless and rich
Pistols and p**y, straight from the door
Brown paper bags full of blood money, need more
Too much ain't enough
High off dust, greed never endin
Catchin bodies I want Gotti was supposed to be
It's overwhelmin
Face smothered in c**aine, against all odds
Life is what you make it, well I made it
Leavin motherf**ers naked
I get excited watchin n***as bleed helplessly
Put 'em out they misery, selflessly
A coward dies a thousand d**hs
I got a thousand Tecs
Takin n***as with me when I go, fo'rilla
I'll probably be on pissu when I blow, fo'rilla
Adrenaline rushin blood bushin
It's nothin long as I'm bustin
All gangstas is dead, or in jail
Except for me I posted bail, all hail
[Hook 2X: Shyne]
Money be the root of all evil, calico desert eagles
b**h I'm comin to see you, all you n***as gon' die
Motherf**er die
[Shyne]
Fast cars and plea bargains, pictchin n***as wigs
Have they families donatin they f**in organs
What you like, stress you up, press your luck
Better hope you hit seven or find yourself in heaven
Lost my conscience somewhere in between
Watchin n***as die and leavin the murder scene
Hot gun in my waist, stockin over my face
And I tell you n***as this, I never miss, check it
My point of view is me or you
And I'mma burn anyway, what the f**? Bust
Seventeen shots up in your guts, truck blood drippin
Dead on arrival, leavin my rivals
Lookin up at the clouds
The prodigal son, seein demons and devils
Through the reflection, of my watch bezel
Embezzle, and racket, full metal, jackets
Poppin heat and, seekin, n***as die internal bleedin
Hear mom screamin, bury Shyne
Cause when I come, motherf**ers all die
[Hook] - 3X {*to fade*}