[Verse 1]
Uh uh, Uh, Uh
Ayo, mac 10s and fake friends
Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fucking nigga face 'em
But I'm still trill, still holdin
Rollin gully

more_or_less

(Foxy) Gyeah

(Shyne) Gyeah, walk with me

(Foxy)
Gyeah, It's like New York's been soft
ever since my nigga Shyne been sittin' in prison
yeah


commission

[Verse 1]
From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and C-notes
game got my eyes wider than a 430 Bu

for_the_record

SHYNE LYRICS

For The Record


Pshhhh Pshhhh
Uhh
[repeat 3x]

[Verse 1:]
Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his Face
H

godfather

Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam
What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on

Oh no, big Shyne Po
Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy
Gimme a tech that don't jam (bang b

diamonds_and_mac 10’s


the_gang

{Shyne} (Foxy Brown)
[Shyne] Uh huh
[Foxy Brown] Uh
[Shyne] Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That's right)
[Foxy Brown] Yo yo... Live from the seven-one-eight

bonnie_and_shyne

In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girl
Just walkin' uh - in ya chin chilla fur
I was laid up - in the coupe back shade up
Lookin' at cha face, just pure wit n

shyne

Swizz, Po
Respect our gangsta, nigga
Lay down

What you know 'bout rollin' out?
Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck
Po live it up, yellow

that’s_gangsta


bang

[Verse 1]
I done fucked *The Baddest Bitches* ask Trina
Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor
Felonies and misdemeanors, I'm villified
I just,

bad_boyz

[Shyne]
Now tell me who want to fuck with us?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I bang - and let your fuckin brains hang, snitches
Fuck all them able bitches with riches
behind_the_walls_(east_coast_gangsta_mix)


the_life

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-stat

anywhere_(remix)