(feat. Mashonda, Shyne)

[Shyne]

(Swizz Beatz sings/ad-libs throughout song)

All right...

Swizz, Po
Respect our gangsta, ^!$$%
Lay down


What you know 'bout rollin' out?
Big Tec, big vest, hollow tips all up in that kid neck

Po live it up, yellow stones lit it up
Long John sickest tell, it's the kid, ^!$$% what?
Some of y'all rap ^!$$%s is girls

Hold my dick, gappin' and flappin'
$#&@in' cartoons
These ^!$$%s guns don't go off until they say, "Lights, camera, action!"

Yo Swizz, tell them ^!$$%s, "Eat a dick"
Gun up in your face (*##$, that way we don't miss
Unload the %#@!, then reload the %#@!

Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks
No lie, you ^!$$%s see me comin' down the streets
You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders

Brooklyn is mine ^!$$%, move over
Yeah I'm talkin' to you - $#&@in' dick blower


[Chorus: Shyne]
(Mashonda)
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health

Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
Cause it's cool when you $#&@in' with a ^!$$% like me
Cool when you ridin' with a ^!$$% like me


To all my Marla Mable (*##$es just (shine)
To all my ^!$$%s keep it gully just (shine)

To all the ghettos in America (shine)
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die ^!$$% (shine)


Check it, aiyyo
All I need in this world of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a Mac 10

Ridin' through the city like I'm used to this %#@!
$#&@ ya vest ^!$$%, my shells go true to that %#@!
Catch ya breath, you ain't heard about that ^!$$% Po?

Murder cases, downin' faces, Manhat' low
Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do'
Lookin' gully in that Bent or that R-O

L-L, see you ^!$$%s in hell
Soon as they set my bail, I make another sale
%#@!, I set my mind at an early age

I was either gon' be paid or an early grave
What the $#&@? I got to have -
Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and $$#

This is the truth, I probably die in my coupe
But I bet you only (*##$es come to get me and shoot


[Chorus]

I got my mind on this shipment, shipment on my mind

Bout to meet these Dominican ^!$$%s at 9
Rhyme, rap - the $#&@ is that?
Only thing I wrap is yea ^!$$%, dyed today

Y'all got me confused, I ain't tryin' to fill nobody's shoes
I'm just lookin' for connects ^!$$%, doin' what I do
Back against the wall, against all odds

Tune in to my life ^!$$%, this %#@! is sicker than Oz
Fightin' against them crackers, plus them killers getting at us
Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun

And start blazin', this %#@! got a ^!$$% agein'
I'ma die a gangsta ^!$$%, ain't no changin'
A G faithfully, mama pray for me

Yo ^!$$%, go to school, stay away from me
Got horse for you hustlers, bullets for you cowards
And dick for you (*##$es, up in the Trump Tower


[Chorus: till fade]