Shyne - Reverse lyrics

[Puffy] I'll never stop I don't give a f** If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother f**ers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother f**ers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, sh**, choke on it b**h n***a, I'mma make a hit n***a Hot mother f**er down to the skit n***a Game over playa, and n***a ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's" I floss the most sh**, f** the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That sh** been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with n***a since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around sh**, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, f**in' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually I'm What God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is p**y, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge "All rise" This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the ca**ette, rewind it to d**h Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock sh** from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' s**m in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, sh** I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn your clique Them n***as y'all look up to is on my dick Sauce motherf**in' born to hit I get so far up in your a**, think I was on some sh** Look, you against me is really nothin' to see Who, when, where, what it's gon' be I don't give a f** if it's he or she I'm the virgin of hip hop Nobody f**in' with me I know your type, you a ride dick n***a Cry sick n***a, lied quick n***a Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick n***a b**hes don't cast stones down, they throw bricks Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick These n***a's the nicest? No, go fish Sauce, you da best motherf**er, no sh** [Cee-Lo] You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated Observe it from over there, ok Ain't It obvious we overheated You talkin' that slick sh** But I jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't know I get your a** gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps Come on and get some of our gun craps I'll straighten out the n***a now When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse When I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, f** around, you ate up And n***a when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, I'm not scared s**a, you heard what I said If you don't wanna get dead No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule [Busta] Don't hold me back, you bet How many n***a's think they f**in' with mines A n***a God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester Now fix your f**in' face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the f**in' floor Only the real mother f**ers belong I hope n***a's don't end the party before we finish the song (b**h n***a) You be the last to come and harra**, reflect on the past When I used to pull spine outcho a** Live n***a's go stack money, continue to bill sh** Long as I'm in this f**er I'm determined to k** sh** Zap n***a's like cellular flips and swell up your lips f** with so much dick in their a** it's shrinkin' her hen house Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized n***as