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shyne - freestyle lyrics

i-live-and-die for this sh-t, get my b-tch ? this sh-t
black cartel i be selling c0ke in h-ll
go to war with satan over blocks like ‘you can’t be serious?’
i need them spots!
keep n-ggas brains on drugs, so i can keep that chain on stud
never had much to live for, till papi showed me how to take that pure and turn 1 to 4
now im in the 6, cause the bentley to hot
hard top n-ggas k!ll you quicker in the drop
it’s h-ll up in babylon, y’all stupid n-ggas is sprintin’
while this sh-t is a marathon
see me in 10 years and 10 cars late, a 1000 bricks stronger, all the money i can launder
a bad b-tch sniffin’ c0ke of my tip
quintin tarantino couldn’t write this sh-t!

i just wanna mobve mad bricks, for all the days i never had sh-t
now i’m young heartless and rich, pistols and p-ssy straight from the door, brown paper bags full of blood money i need more
too much ain’t enough, high off dust
the greed is never ending, catchin bodies i’m what gotti supposed to be, is overgrowing
face smothered in cocaïne, against all odds
life is what you make it so i made it, leaving motherf-ckers naked
get exited watching n-ggas bleed helplessly so i k!ll ‘m put ‘m out their misery selfishly
all gangsters is dead or in jail except for me i posted bail, all hail

bad boy 2 triple 0

greeting n-ggas with a smile like ha my name is, mister leave you brainless with this motherf-cking stainless, f-ck you b-tch in the -n-s, playboy we gangsters n-gga, we ain’t no f-cking entertainers
rap ‘s my alter ego, missles and torpedos is what i’m working with
tell me how you love that, raw
screw the law we above that
boy you front, get dumped boy
we plug that
these brooklyn n-ggas on some sh-t keep loadin’ them clips black
talons and them hollow tips that explose when they hit
the lord is my sheppard let’s get this c0ke measured
cause all i want is plenty of guns and diamonds to flaunt
screw a 9 to 5, i’ve got a 9 and a .45 rip your meat
you will be cold cheeks and closed eyes
all i want to be is a g left the judge in a pool of blood now i’m free
bad boy 2 triple 0, can’t be stopped
not by the feds or the f-cking cops
my watch got rocks you can spot from a block
b-tches stop and me get up in they crotch
another day another shootout- homicide
kicking in the door sh-t, desert 4 sh-t
putting everybody on the floor sh-t, sneaking uzi’s up in court sh-t!
b-tches sniffin’ c0ke off each others br–sts, real n-ggas bustin tecs
sendin’ threats with bullets, putting n-ggas in ambulatz
f-ck a dollar and a dream, i’ve got a 17 shot magazine that ‘ll materilize everything to cream, gangsta lean and continental laws
f-cking r&b stars, yeah i like that, black donald trump, i hold more weight then the clumps n-gga

- shyne lyrics

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