It's a new day in the rap game!
Nobody sells records but Shyne Po!


[Verse 1]
My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin'
I had the whole tri-state high, ^!$$% I ain't frontin'

at Fifteen I sold my first bag of dope
used to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat
gettin' like 15 grams, a half a Ki

at Fifteen man, a ^!$$% just glad to be
gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth
he knew some Dominican ^!$$%s that wanted a clique

to hold 'em down, shoot ^!$$%s in the head
throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread
basically I'm enforcin'

around heavy !@%!e, when nobody's lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portion
they wasn't missin' it
so I got my hustle on the side, flippin' it

sellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor
but I always knew I'd turn a big apple into cider.


^!$$%s...^!$$%s just ain't built like me...
stand up ^!$$%s...since 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines...

takin' shots..burnin' blocks..
this ain't no $#&@in' rap.


[Verse 2]
Everything was everything 'till my Man got pinched
he had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct

other than that, I went from enforcer to movin' product, straight white
powder now, gettin' it
the hardest ^!$$% in the street

my first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seats
buyin' out the bar at the rooftop
I had a few spots

one called the jukebox
where I was gettin' like 50 a brick
2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' motha$#&@as sick

my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin'
any ^!$$%s whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortion
%#@! was goin' right and only one better

when I got my Italian connect, hittin' me with pure !#@#
moved to 116th, started seein' real dinero then
empire buildin', the %#@! was takin' flight

had my (*##$es cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night
mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii
I was the first Black ^!$$% with mafia ties

leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy.

Yo..bangin' for real..

^!$$%s is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat..
we washin' this money...
you think this %#@! is about rhymes...

you'll find yourself under the $#&@in' ground...you know?..
we get low when the Feds is in town..
this is justice..

we playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them things pop off...

[Verse 3]

At 21 I was a legend, had the game transformed
controllin' manufacturin' and distribution of Heron
throughout the tri-state, high stakes

I spent Hundreds of Thou's out of paper bags
you couldn't name a car I ain't have
every minute new tags

Seven series to the Five-Sixty drop ^!$$%
I was givin' away blocks ^!$$%
fast cars, fast money, slow deaths

this things of ours
had me doin' a hundred miles an hour
through the City evadin' the Feds

started this %#@! called the counsel and we all made a pledge
not to $#&@ each others (*##$es
or touch each others riches

on top or broke
never break this oath
every ^!$$% in the counsel was a boss
we used to put !@%!e on our dick and make (*##$es suck it off
it was alright 'till I got caught

charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight
behind Marion steel gates
^!$$%s started %#@!tin', actin' bizarre
drivin' my cars, $#&@in' my broads, breakin' the laws
same ^!$$%s I took care of and got money wit' was on some funny %#@!

if I was different I'd snitch
what would you do if you got Millions with ^!$$%s and they had no love for ya?
couldn't pay for ya lawyer
I figured %#@!, why sit in a cell to rot?
I'll be out in Ten, start over again

throw those boys in the pot, but I couldn't do it
you couldn't understand it of you ain't been through it
there's rules to this %#@! and I couldn't break 'em
death before dishonor 'till I meet Satan...I know he's waitin'.


God forgive me...you've never seen a ^!$$% like me in your life...
I'm what these lil' ^!$$%s rap about...
thats me they talkin' 'bout in they rhymes...
I did that time...I flipped that dime...
shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles...
The Life...love it.