[Shyne] Rhyme through the city on dubs and vodes Trunk full of cash, gangsta roll Kurupt and Nate, from the empire state It's the nigga Shyne Po, hold
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
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
quintessential hustler When I pull a slide back Motherfuckers be hoppin' their faces don't get left open You understand? Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin' Shyne
come on) [INTRO - FOXY] Yeah, Its like new york's being soft Ever since my nigga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah Testi Canzoni [VERSE 1 - SHYNE
[Talking] Shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating, Yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better. [Verse 1] Walk through the shadow of
stay live Resurrected through the necklace or the gold coated six Gangsta never die, as long as I'm alive And when I go, it's gon' be another Po [Chorus: Shyne
No no no more troubles. No more troubles [Shyne] We ain't the problem nigga [Bob Marley Sample] We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble [Shyne
Swiss, Po Respect our gangsta nigga Lay down [Verse 1:] Whachu know bout holdin out big Tec. Big vest , hollow tips all up in tha kid Neck Po live it
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
bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours [2nd Verse (Foxy Brown)] It's the "Godfather Buried Alive
(feat. Ashanti) [Shyne talking] Yeah Shyne, gang land, murder inc. Haha Alright, turn the beat up I see you, ok! I see you ma, in your thoughsand
Burn so crooked (Crooked) The poet likes to spit (Spit) Kareem, that's my dog Life behind the walls Nigga, life behind the walls Yeah, welcome to Oz,
mo' ruthless 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 run with that blood I'm a godfather
keep shit in perspective Dumbs out, guns out 'til my time runs out Capitalistic drivin' force, got no remorse But I feel shit catchin' up, time wrappin' up Shyne
Uh huh, uh huh, Brooklyn, Vietnam What you, uh, yeah, uh, come on Oh no, big Shyne Po Back in the motherfuckin' heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don
[Shyne] Yeah, yeah This ones for my Brooklyn playboys This ones for my L.A. playboys This ones for my Chi-town playboys ATL, down south NC, SC Where you
Shit, sometimes man, be contemplating Yo, living in hell, die, might be better Walk through the shadow of death, my out pissing Rebel, laughing at the
