Sitting in a SDT Waiting for an Underground train To rumble underneath my feet Bang goes another day Where it went I could not say Now I'll have To wait
gloss, hair in a bun well done Lookin' for a ring, I seen none So I hopped out the Coupe in hot pursuit To stop and introduce Like, I'm Shyne and you
the chair and fry for it Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n Mothafucka respect it, the commission Pop, pop, pop, warning shot, who's to blame Shyne
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, fearless
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,
Artist: Shyne Album: Boys Will Be Boys b/w Fuck 'Em 12" Song: Fuck 'Em Typed by: BiGPuN Verse 1: Leave n****a layin' stiffer than my dick when it'
no matter how you plan, you can't antic- ipate it, stupid nigga hestiated Now his remains be cremated (?)(?)(?) never debated The killings clean, its shyne
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
Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his face or Do he rhyme wit a
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
good, she don't wanna leave I go through this all the time Bitch, act like she don't see the exit sign Start cryin', how much she love Shyne That's the
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
shit then shoot 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
I appear to be moody It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals And HEADS UP! Shyne
the air, hold tec It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne Nothin' but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne
[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
Let's go, Shyne, pro, bust pipes get right Bang, stop, roll 'head throw the dice White Air Force Ones, monies in rubber bands America's number one dope
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
