Shyne Its Okay Lyrics
[Shyne]
Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, like that
Geah, uhh
Ten bricks n____ in the air, hold tec
It's that m_________in n____ named Shyne
Nothin but c__ for these b____es, love none for these b____es
It's that m_________in n____ named Shyne
What's my m_________in name? Put a bullet in your brain
Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine
It's the best of a V&E
I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me
Heavenly indeed, measure me a key
My moms was a virgin when she had me
I rock flows, top O's, better yet, sell it wet
Tape ki's to b____es, I need the riches
Scene switches, big b____es, to hide snitches
Smile for the feds as they take pictures
It's the young G speakin; leavin n____z leakin
Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit
Y'all m_________ers was counterfeit
Eat a d___ and choke, as I sniff c__e
Shyne pro, watch how you p___ounce the s___
G'z up, hoes down while you m_________ers bounce to this
[Chorus: Shyne]
Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron
Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded
Hit n____z in public and b____es love it, it's ok
If you high right now as they play this in the club
lookin for somethin to f___, it's ok
If you startin with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, it's ok
[Shyne]
With so much blocks in the N-Y-C
to burn 'em all down is kinda hard for me
But uhh, somehow, someway
I keep takin over m_________er's gates like every single day
It's, the, rap, singer
Slash, c__e, crack, slinger
Sling crack sling smack sling d___ to dingbats
that try to p____ bootchie coochie, I'm in that
Kingpin raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and large rims spinnin, the s___ is sickenin
My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms
Rinks and links and trips to Harry Winston
Born sinner; think that model b____ I'm with is slim?
You chances of seein me are slimmer
I was through with it, before y'all knew what to do with it
Put my finger in the ground and turn the world around
[Chorus]
[Shyne]
From hip-hop to them hot blocks
It ain't never gon' stop; well maybe for three days
but then I'll return, more blacks to burn for more yea
Get them (??) sittin up on Broadway (geah)
Livin the life, ridin on Twinkies
Thirty inch rims spinnin, b____es is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the p____ at
so I can scheme the dope, get the p____ and float
Big things, live from the Empire State
where n____z, live in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, jewelers deliberate
Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure eight
Gun in your mouth b____, got a bitter taste
Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face
Guerilla pimpin indeed
s___ I'm like a perm;
somethin every girl in the ghetto need
[Chorus] - 2X
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