said [hook x2: Baby] Get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on (so niggaz stop hating) Get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on (you
(feat. Mashonda, Shyne) [Shyne] (Swizz Beatz sings/ad-libs throughout song) All right... Swizz, Po Respect our gangsta, nigga Lay down What you know
[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
then shoot .. [Shyne] Bling bling, it's a Bad Boy thing Bullets heat-seekin, streep sweepin, with an evil grin Watch you die, one love, one life, one Shyne
f/ Barrington Levy [Shyne] In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girl Just walkin' uh - in ya chin chilla fur I was laid up - in the coupe
Verse 1: Speedin' on the highway, gangsta lean One-Sixteen, full steam, kna meen? bitches on my jock 'cause my flow is hot spot the watch I got filled
Dear America, I'm only what you made me, young, black, and fuckin' crazy Please save me I'm dyin' inside, can't you see it in my eyes? I'm hopeless,
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
in denial while my enemies smile, buried in style Gucci suits and cufflings sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs. [Chorus] [Verse 3] POP POP POP! warning shot, who's to blame Shyne
ya'll custom-ar's posted up on Broadway in a custom R 25 Mil' in the trunk Nicky Barnes style on my way to the trunk bitch lets bump. Chorus (Shyne
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
The lord is my shepherd Let's get this coke measured And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of gangstas I fears nothin but God and bein broke
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
f/ Slim (112) [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
[Shyne] Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh Uh-huh, like that Geah, uhh Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne Nothin but cum
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
[Shyne] P-O, nothing more to it I'm gully, what, I've really been through it From the stoupe to the coup and anything in between I carry a sleet through
