[Shyne]
I just wanna move mad bricks
for all the days I never had %#@!

Now I'm young heartless and rich
Pistols and #~!!@, straight from the door
Brown paper bags full of blood money, need more

Too much ain't enough
High off dust, greed never endin
Catchin bodies I want Gotti was supposed to be

It's overwhelmin
Face smothered in cocaine, against all odds
Life is what you make it, well I made it

Leavin mother$#&@ers naked
I get excited watchin ^!$$%z bleed helplessly
Put 'em out they misery, selflessly

A coward dies a thousand deaths
I got a thousand tecs
Takin ^!$$%z with me when I got, fo'rilla

I'll probably be all pissu when I blow, fo'rilla
Adrenaline rushin blood bushin
It's nothin long as I'm bustin

All gangstas is dead, or in jail
except for me I posted bail, all hail


[Chorus 2X: Shyne]
Money be the root of all evil, calico desert eagles
(*##$ I'm comin to see you, all you ^!$$%s gon' die

Mother$#&@er die

[Shyne]

Fast cars and plea bargains, pictchin ^!$$%z wigs
Have they families donatin they $#&@in organs
What you like, stress you up, press your luck

Better hope you hit seven or find yourself in heaven
Lost my conscience somewhere in between
watchin ^!$$%z die and leavin the murder scene

Hot gun in my waist, stockin over my face
and I tell you ^!$$%z this, I never miss, check it
My point of view is me or you

And I'ma burn anyway, what the $#&@? Bust
seventeen shots up in your guts, truck blood drippin
Dead on arrival, leavin my rivals

lookin up at the clouds
The prodigal son, seein demons and devils
through the reflection, of my watch bezel

Embezzle, and racket, full metal, jackets
Poppin heat and, seekin, ^!$$%z die internal bleedin
Hear mom screamin, bury Shyne

Cause when I come, mother$#&@ers all die

[Chorus - 3X (to fade)]