Shyne The Life Lyrics
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Nobody sells records but Shyne Po!
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 coke, 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.
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 Heroin
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...
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 coke on our **** 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 shittin', 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
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...
that's 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.
Written by: Jamal barrow, leonard caston, nashiem sa-Allah myrick, anita poree
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group