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shyne - it's ok lyrics
[shyne]
geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
uh-huh, like that
geah, uhh
ten bricks n-gga in the air, hold tec
it’s that motherf-ckin n-gga named shyne
nothin but c-m for these b-tches, love none for these b-tches
it’s that motherf-ckin n-gga named shyne
what’s my motherf-ckin 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-tches, i need the riches
scene switches, big b-tches, to hide snitches
smile for the feds as they take pictures
it’s the young g speakin; leavin n-ggas leakin
shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit
y’all motherf-ckers was counterfeit
eat a d-ck and choke, as i sniff c0ke
shyne pro, watch how you pr-nounce the sh-t
g’z up, hoes down while you motherf-ckers bounce to this
[hook: 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-ggas in public and b-tches love it, it’s ok
if you high right now as they play this in the club
lookin for somethin to f-ck, 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 motherf-cker’s gates like every single day
it’s, the, rap, singer
slash, c0ke, crack, slinger
sling crack sling smack sling d-ck to dingbats
that try to p-ssy bootchie coochie, i’m in that
kingpin raps, i spit ’em, fed narc’s, i dip ’em
bentley and large rims spinnin, the sh-t 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-tch 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
[hook]
[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-tches is grinnin
roscoe on my left, wonderin where the p-ssy at
so i can scheme the dope, get the p-ssy and float
big things, live from the empire state
where n-ggas, 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-tch, got a bitter taste
push up hard on the arms – uhh, bitter face
guerilla pimpin indeed
sh-t i’m like a perm;
somethin every girl in the ghetto need
[hook] – 2x
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