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Shyne Bury Judas (Game Diss) Lyrics

Last updated: 12/30/2013 05:04:56 PM

This little buster named Game wanna rhyme like Po
I rhyme like gold, I rhyme like I'll be climbing out the Rolls
The nine I let it blow, put five up in your clothes
Head shots leave you slumped, reclinin' through your do'
This is blasphemy, hey
Your career is patterned after me!
I got shooters out in Cali that will blast for me
Your forgot I put your chest where your back should be!
Tech squeeze on rapid speed
I'm in Paris at the Plaza, blood ask for me
Ungrateful bastard, you say your grace after me
Bow down, pay homage and ask to breathe
Shyne Michael or Moses, Homicidal motives
You thinkin' this is showbiz, I will put you with the blowfish
Hand on my toasters, Lamborghini roasters
I gave these rappers life but I will turn them into ghosts

Chorus:
I think I'm big wolf, young wizard
Clayborne, squeezin triggers
Gang land, we the mob
Shine MF Po, rap God
I think I'm big wolf, young lizard
Big you, squeezin and triggers
Gang land, we the mob
Shine MF Po, rap God

Smoking a Cuban, twisting on my sidelocks
Sideways rappers, send em with the sideshots
Nine shots from that six or nine glock
My alibi, I was centered at the skybox
For dudes must be on that dogfood
Ain't nothing changed, gang land, still mob rules
Still flexing, still letting off that God Jew
Send you straight to the mob, ain't no law suit
And my little apostles gospel
New God flow, blew breath into your nostrils
Only God knows I'm the Adam that you bow to
Realest alive, your red flag is a costume
This mobs is Jewish, the talks is useless
Wanna box, I put you in a box with embalmin fluid
I bomb with rugers, put you in a pond, you're sewage
I think I'm Big Wolf, I ain't suing
Yeah, get what you came for!
Big bad Blood huh, what you're scared for?
I shoot the butterfly off your face
And tell Jesus peace, smilin' at your wake
Yeah, I'm your fate
you pray to Shyne when you say your rhymes I'm the great!
Mob ties, state of mind, empire state
Bow down, say your grace

Chorus:
I think I'm big wolf, young wizard
Clayborne, squeezin triggers
Gang land, we the mob
Shine MF Po, rap God
I think I'm big wolf, young lizard
Big you, squeezin and triggers
Gang land, we the mob
Shine MF Po, rap God

Act like Adam, act like God
Take your life, I'll clap that black man off
See these rats rap hard till I *pap* *pap* y'all
Broad day, bullets blow you snapbag off
See I trap that hard, smack that raw
Ain't about to talk about the facts as are
In that black black car, that black rap mob
MF Po, Shyne, black rap God
I'm Milton Brandy, I made the game, I gave em fame
I ain't perfect, I make mistakes, I made it rain
Youse a dud, what up blood, youse a little dummy
You cheerleader, now you flip flapping like you run me
You know they love me, rapping like you was me
Deported from the country, now your memory got fuzzy
But I'mma take you back, I'm New York like bumpy
California like Bungee Carter, I'm a martyr
Jewish mobster like Bugsy, See the Desert Eagle
? like Lucky, Clap you, clap Puffy
feds can't touch me, shotter so dutty
Shyne MF Po, oh so gully

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