Shyne - Shyne lyrics

Swizz, Po Respect our gangsta, n***a Lay down What you know 'bout rollin' out? Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck Po live it up, yellow stones lit it up Long John eagle tucked, it's the kid, n***a what? Some of y'all rap n***as is girls Hold my dick, gappin' and flappin' f**in' cartoons These n***as guns don't go off until they say, "Lights, camera, action!" Yo Swizz, tell them n***as, "Eat a dick" Gun up in your face b**h, that way we don't miss Unload the sh**, then reload the sh** Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks No lying, you n***as see me comin' down the streets You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders Brooklyn is mine n***a, move over Yeah I'm talkin' to you - f**in' dick blower [Hook - Shyne] (Mashonda) For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself Cause it's cool when you f**in' with a n***a like me Cool when you ridin' with a n***a like me To all my Marla Mable b**hes just (shine) To all my n***as keep it gully just (shine) To all the ghettos in America (shine) I'mma keep it gangsta till I die n***a (shine) Check it, aiyyo All I need in this world of sin Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a Mac 10 Ridin' through the city like I'm used to this sh** f** ya vest n***a, my shells chew through that sh** Catch ya breath, you ain't heard about that n***a Po? Murder cases, downin' faces, Manhat' low Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do' Lookin' gully in that Bent or that R-O L-L, see you n***as in hell Soon as they set my bail, I make another sale sh**, I set my mind at an early age I was either gon' be paid or an early grave What the f**? I got to have - Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and a** This is the truth, I probably die in my coupe But I bet you only b**hes dont come get me and shoot [Hook] I got my mind on this shipment, shipment on my mind Bout to meet these Dominican n***as at 9 Rhyme, rap - the f** is that? Only thing I wrap is yea that n***a, died today Y'all got me confused, I ain't tryin' to fill nobody's shoes I'm just lookin' for connects n***a, doin' what I do Back against the wall, against all odds Tune in to my life n***a, this sh** is sicker than Nas Fightin' against them crackers, plus them k**ers getting at us Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun And start blazin', this sh** got a n***a aging I'mma die a gangsta n***a, ain't no changin' A G faithfully, mama pray for me Yo n***a, go to school, stay away from me Got horse for you hustlers, bullets for you cowards And dick for you b**hes, up in the Trump Tower [Hook]