Once upon a time, not long ago
When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo'
There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe

Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now
It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words
Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs

Similarities in my voice ^!$$% check the words
I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds from the cur
Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs

It's the young Frank Matthews the rap version
Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin'
That's certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin'

Uh--y'all got me $#&@ed up like
My desert eagle and my sick doom bust right
Like my guns is racin',mutha$#&@a don't you know I

Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin'
Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime
25 to life plus 9


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Whatcha gon' do when %#@! hit the fed

Take it like a man or snitch like a (*##$
Whatcha gon' do when %#@! hit the fan
Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue


Evil grin,dead eyes,walkin wit a bock, monster
Best way to describe my posture

In this world of sin I'm as wicked as they come
Moonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and I'm done
Ain't enough money here I ratha be in the tropics

Wit Corsicans where narcotics is the only topic
Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow
Tiger par

And every other form of raw
Since a team been handlin, ^!$$% been scramblin'
Bettin' on money in Vegas gamblin'

Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin',staggerin'
More than you can imaginin
Uh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mind

Like who's the best MC's - Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne
Demented as a young'n, apple 2nd comin'
Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellum

Shyne Poe what the $#&@ you gon' tell 'em?
All you ^!$$%s that wanna be fly my gun shots'll propell 'em
Leavin' somewhere smellin', repellin'

Closed caskets for you $#&@in' !@$(s c'mon

[Chorus]


Only the strong survive, weak ^!$$%s bleed
And get found, wit they $#&@in' face down

Numb from the waist down
I din been to hell and back
Twice and still in crack

Stare death in the eyes and never blink
Headshots rip through my mink
Went to war wit the realist killas

Killed friends over jealousy and envy
My heart's empty
Behind the wheel of my Bentley

!@&@e-d up feelin invincible
Bout to take over the world I can't be stopped
Not the feds or the $#&@in' cops

Not even 17 shots
Can put a end to this terror
I'ma live forever, cause gangstas don't break

We just get plastic surgery and relocate
To anotha state
or island, smilin, money pilin, wildin

Yo Puff over done them $#&@in violins
Uh this %#@! is bigger than me though ask Oliver North
Kill you then use your corpse,to transport horse

Leave ya brains hangin' from ya $#&@in' car window
Any ^!$$% snitch and givin' info
Since my motha stomach !@%!e and liquor

Was the mixture
Betta be prepared when we hit ya

[Chorus - repeat to fade]