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Shyne
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The Gang
作词:Jamaal Barrow, Terry M. Etlinger, Linda Laurie, David Porter, C Thompson, Ronald Williams
Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all Lay down nigga It's the ill Na Na Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand?
Ride with me as I race through ya hood Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin'
Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer
Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys Some hustler flip girls instead of boys Keep filthy laweys, for when the Fed's annoy us We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus
And the Street Lords and truly yours Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust Bleed for the streets love the war My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw
Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz Motor City to Brooklyn, Vietnam Nigga it's on till my flesh is gone And even then I live on in gangsta form
What you know about that? Macs and cash nigga how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours
It's the 'Godfather Buried Alive' Ayo Po it's the ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0 Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out
Y'all got a muthafuckin' problem when my dude get out Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guinness Stout That's my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside And Nostrand in the butter scotch Rover
I'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
I'm hot steppin' in the pink Staline Seven I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven See through niggaz take they time like a man We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me
What you know about that? Macs and cash nigga how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours
Money, cars, guns, hoes Sniff some blow and I'm good to go Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated Most hated nigga read the affidavit
Uh, racin' loud pipes Big fuckin' exhausts burnin' the turnpike My game so tight I arouse dikes You punk rappers should payin' me publishin' the way you write
And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya Who wouldn't? Young nigga catchin' charges Continental T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is
I'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it I admit it I was watchin' New Jack City And fuckin' with, Uncle Paul got me dying to ball Everythin' I talk about I live it
All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it I was designed to hold nines, and grind Step out of line put you in that white line Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change
You know the game jet planes and cocaine And what I say might be held against me I don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest nigga in New York
What you know about that? Macs and cash nigga how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours
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