Shyne Album

(walk with me)

(come on)

[INTRO - FOXY]

Yeah,
Its like new york's being soft
Ever since my nigga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah

[VERSE 1 - SHYNE]

(check it)
Shit things, shit rings, this shit is sickning
Shit chain, shit aim, 5th bame, 5th frame bare money
Lawyers acting funny when i come throught hit em with the bundle on the humble

Couple notes
?seen warlords with the rolls?
Shit i want one 2. what the fuck Im going do
Forget it if its ?dated?? we got till im droping
Im rocking sideways, motherfucker crime pays
I need it , i get it, i got it, i chop it, i double the profit
And bubble the pockets. im living to die.
Niggas talk fly till i walk by
And pop something. you motherfuckers forgot something im not fronting.
This aint rap. music.
This aint that.
You fuck around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac?
Sincierly yours
Shyne motherfucking poe
Bitch get your bags, hit the motherfucking door

[CHORUS - X2]

May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigga (more or less)
Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)

[VERSE 2 - SHYNE]

G is a g
A key is a key
A snitch is a fish with no fins that cant swim when i dump him in the river
Chor-coal gray R.
12 cylinders bulletproof sentance
?trial day sentances??
I sound like who
You sound like trash
Get off my dick and pass my cash.
They all do it cause i rap about it, i rap about it casue they do it
My musics the con do it ?you will take it or live it ?.. bitch nigga i quick it
then pitch it
Wipe the prints up of this shit. and ditch it
(uh) hip hop aint responsible for balance in america. america is responsible for
balance in america
Back to the flow
Nose full of blow
Rolls full of hoes
Leave a nigga cloths for the hoes
The schools did'nt want me . so the drug dealers taught me, simple math, step on
it twice then
Bring it back
The full times wouldent pay. divide the labour costs
And still come away with enough to play
I see the same shit, niggaz younger then me running the streets, looking for
something to eat

[CHORUS - X2]

May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigga (more or less)
Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)

[VERSE 3 - SHYNE]

Oh boy you better get down, (foxy)

U better run for cover when i spit rounds
Oh u want some shit now , get found slit down to the white meat.
Im from brokleyn vietnam nigga, i like beef
Livin the murderer streets double pipe. living the trouble life.
Father was a jerk, moms had to work, papi had the dirt,
And did what any real nigga would do: got infront the stove, now i got this shit
sold
Fuck u punks nigga. with ur punk cash. with the punk blast put your punk ass in
the trunk fast
What the fuck yall thought i bury niggas in walls im the trail motherfucker
rapping raw
Punk blame shooting niggsz point blank all the way to the bank rip your face off
then i take off.
The difference between me an them. you wont be seem them. no more nigga .
secrets of war

[CHORUS (repeat till end)]

May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigga (more or less)
Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)

Pshhhh pshhhh
Uhh
[repeat 3x]

[Verse 1]
Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face
He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e
Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cake
Maybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin
See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped
What I see is straight bug, straight thoro
Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs
Rather look at the facts not the hype
Like who got shot and who got knifed
Who keep gettin struck, but don't neva strike
Hope the beef go away but the feds indict
I know yo card nigga, it's so clear
You juss wanna sell record you don't want warfare
You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
These niggaz would've died if they shot me nine times
Heyy it's juss for the best
Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it

[Hook]
And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum
It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losin' their life
When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night
Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights

[Verse 2]
You ain't kill humma 'cause if you did
Why you ain't get the pen after all of that hit
You know I know, that if you live
That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody
Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut
Yoo pac's a nigga, nobody got shot
Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what
Okay okay killa you'sa slut
Think about it, enoughs enoughs
I'm tryna show 'em whoes who
And what is what
I mean how can I respect you
When them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you
(not nobody)
You know where they are, where they perform
Bust yo gun, stop makin songs
Please no more ghetto quran
You got money now it's time to bomb
And that's juss fo the top
Take this mob shit seriouse please respect it

And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart [2x]
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum

[Verse 3]
Death of perfection as I move witout motion
Ain't no nigga in his game doin the shit that I'm quotin'
Take a good look 'cause you'll neva a see enought of me
Might be sum otha g's tryna trace n color me
But I believe in the ways of old
Slice these niggaz throat tryna tell on po
That shouldn't excist, fuckin snitch
Cut of his dick, put it on his lips
You really think I was gon' let you slide
Fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind
You really think jail was gon' make thinks right
Nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life
I was mindin' my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout po
I was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go
I ain't lyin this is the mob
You got yo break come finish yo job
Juss don't get the feds involved
And I'mma reunite you wit yo moms
Rip
I guess this ain't juss music
Cuz jail only made me much mo' ruthless (nigga)
And the bitch nigga knew this
That's why he tryed to sign me to g-unit
Tell 'em how you made me offers
(I don't want that blood I'mma godfather)
Jumped on every street corner
Hurts yo heart that you don't get that honor
The feds I paid fo that
10 years up top
I sell 'em much shop
Both of ya was blood
Took the bus wit cuz
Want gun fo gun
I earned my lug
You, you juss pathetic
You neva bg, bespite yo average
Take this mob shit serioue, you gon' respect it
Tha's juss fo the record

[Hook]
And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum
It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losin' their life
When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night
Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the light

Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam
What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on

Oh no, big Shyne Po
Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy
Gimme a tech that don't jam (bang bang)
I'm tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing
My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased
360 ki's
Money make the world spin
I make your chest smoke
Have your mother singing hymms
Particles of your brains up on your tims
Kiss you before I twist you
170 miles
Headed for disaster faster
I put it down right
Bustin off these rounds like
Real niggaz is kings
You ain't rockin' that crown right
Harder more PK watches
Topless, bitches in cars
Only meals could heal my scars

[Chorus]
Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me

[Repeat]

Allegations got me pacin'
Grand jury wouldn't understand my fury
For fast cars and jewelry
I could give a fuck if there's a heaven for a G
This is heaven for me
Go to trial never plea
Do a bullet and come home to the throne
I don't rhyme, I just talk about this life that's mine
I've seen niggaz die, in front of my eyes
Doin' my filth
Niggaz is expiring like milk
Different strokes for different folks
Just give me, different coke in different boats
Black Aristotle Onassis
All I see is crack addicts and automatics
You rap niggaz is faggots
Y'all cannot be serious
I'm in coupes with gucci interiors
Airin' out your areas
Tech nines, two in the flex and shit
Lookin' at myself like
Yo, I'm the best in this

[Chorus x2]

Sometimes I really wonder
What's it all about?
How many bitches can I fuck until I get out
How many ki's can I cut, guns can I bust
Wigs can I push, spots can I juck
Every single one, cuz I'm a fuckin' savage
Til I'm cremated, most hated, self made
Blood type G
All these young hustlers wanna bubble like me
They supposed to
Sippin on syrup, until I perish
Pickin' bitches off the run-way
Look forward to, gun-play
Go to sleep with one eye shut
Wake up and do the same shit
I ain't never gonna change bitch
And that's the cycle
I don't wanna be like Michael
More like Darrell Porter
Gettin' shipments at the border

Yeah, it's a wrappity wrap

[Chorus x4]

JUST BLAAAAZE!

I spit and reload things
Since livin was gold rings
Fuck a piece of the pie nigga
Gimme the whole thing
I done seen death, seen less, seen more
Feed morphines to more fiends than you've ever seen
It's pain I deliver reflection
Every word like a mirror
Bigger picture I try to keep shit in perspective
Dumbs out, guns out til my time runs out
Capitalistic driving force got no remorse
But I feel shit catching up
Time wrappin' up
Shyne had enough, still I can't have enough
Something bout the engine roarin'
Soarin', wind in my face
Top down, take me to another place

[Chorus]
Diamonds and Mac-10's
Tell a friend
Yellow bottles, models, hollows
Til my very end
Catchin up to God quicker
High off this liquor
Niggaz come to get yours betta
Know theyre comin with ya

[Repeat]

The day I stuck my head out my mother's womb
I was doomed
Repeatin' the lords prayers sittin' in this court room
I'm cursed
We havin dreams of leavin here up in a hearse
I wonder when I close my eyes will it hurt?
I'm suicidal
Can't take this pressure or this pain
Too much for these young eyes
Real G's don't die, that's a lie
Cuz I'm dyin inside, cryin' inside
Look at me sweatin', palms shakin, hidin' inside
Drive bys and quarter ki's
This ain't what it oughta be
Almost caught a ki
Theyre tellin me that theres more to see
God listen, it was him or me
Sorry for the choices I chose
The bricks that I sold
The voices I rolled
The concrete roads
Accept me as I come into your presence

[Chorus x2]

What's it all about?
Sittin in this jail house
Eleven counts, but only one count
Thats the color of my skin
Black robes, white justice
Clarence Thomas is a motherfuckin puppet
Murder anyone over 21
Through my travels I've seen barrels and gavels
Diamonds and Castles
Caught up in this solution called life
When you bitch niggaz is shootin', aim right
Say goodnight to the bad guy
Last time you're gonna see a bad guy like me
I'm the last of the dying breed
Hope these words burn your brain
Find a place in your heart
Close my eyes and pray in the dark
Ask God what's the meaning?
Leavin niggaz screaming
Bullet holes bleeding, I see demons

[Chorus x3]

Diamonds and Mac-10's
Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's
Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's
Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's
Tell a friend