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shyheim - rain, pour lyrics

[bomb official]
yo, i be the boss of the bossman, supplying the team
be the jack of all trades, you can crown me king
put a stop to ya whole regime, when i step on the scene
they just love it how a gangsta lean
be my stats, so i wore my hat low, no fidel castro
and i ain’t talking bout my cash flow
i got c0ke out the -ss, yo
and the mean is green weed, just sprinkle the seeds and watch the gr-ss role
life in the fast lane, i’m into fast dames
that like doing something strange for a piece of change
call me propane, cuz i’m known to spit flames
and torture n-gga, whether from far or close range

[chorus 2x: l.e.o.]
rain, pour, these boys bring thunder
ya’ll slow ‘caine with hurricane storms this summer
look, we the umbrella you under
we the money you re-up, you just a little come up

[mike millz]
i done been around the world, seen a lotta sh-t
fought alotta n-ggas, seduced alotta chicks
did all of my jail time, never did i snitch
rep the wall wit gem stars, never got a skitch
off a rep, i warn a n-gga, stop the charades
since my high school days, i been popping the gauge
went from jump shots to handling the rock, to get paid
now they wave, cuz i made it from the block to the stage
what a feeling, and it used to be me
greeted and treated like a star, for tormenting these beats
i walk the streets without a care in the world, that’s how i dose it
even the youngings, admire how i thug it
got to love it, i went from rubbers to star studded
and on top of all that, i’m well respected by the public
i ain’t got a blood or crip tear tat in my face
to prove that the kid match my great, in this b-tch

[chorus 2x]

[l.e.o.]
f-cked up alot of lives, product i sodomize
c0ke holla crime, but holla i’m, dollar signs
out of this grind, out of my mind
well, not at the time, i stop at the prime
i’ll die, know that i try to get chips, know that i ride
don’t cry, just try to get rich b-tch
f-ck a cell block, n-gga, i bail hop
gingerbread runaway train, until the rail stop
now, picture me rolling, b-tches burning, snitching
roast is the work, cuz now i’m pitching the murders
picture me under the building, gun by the pillar
nothing but k!llas, drug dealers, young n-ggas
dag, welcome to puff golla, know what the marks know
talk to the narc’s now, walk through the dark
and see scars of stigmata on his rider
know that i was marked by the big father, holla

[chorus 2x]

- shyheim lyrics

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