[Shyne]
Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, like that

Geah, uhh

Ten bricks ^!$$% in the air, hold tec

It's that mother$#&@in ^!$$% named Shyne
Nothin but### for these (*##$es, love none for these (*##$es
It's that mother$#&@in ^!$$% named Shyne


What's my mother$#&@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 (*##$es, I need the riches

Scene switches, big (*##$es, to hide snitches
Smile for the feds as they take pictures
It's the young G speakin; leavin ^!$$%z leakin

Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit
Y'all mother$#&@ers was counterfeit
Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff !@%!e

Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the %#@!
G'z up, hoes down while you mother$#&@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 ^!$$%z in public and (*##$es love it, it's ok
If you high right now as they play this in the club

lookin for somethin to $#&@, 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 mother$#&@er's gates like every single day

It's, the, rap, singer
Slash, !@%!e, crack, slinger
Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats

that try to #~!!@ bootchie coochie, I'm in that
Kingpin raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and large rims spinnin, the %#@! is sickenin

My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms
Rinks and links and trips to Harry Winston
Born sinner; think that model (*##$ 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, (*##$es is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the #~!!@ at
so I can scheme the dope, get the #~!!@ and float

Big things, live from the Empire State
where ^!$$%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 (*##$, got a bitter taste
Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face

Guerilla pimpin indeed
%#@! I'm like a perm;
somethin every girl in the ghetto need


[Chorus - 2X]