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-state high, nigga 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 nigga just glad to be
gettin` some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth
he knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique
to hold `em down, shoot niggas 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.
Niggas...niggas just ain`t built like me...
stand up niggas...since 15
I been servin` fiends and loadin` magazines...
takin` shots..burnin` blocks..
this ain`t no fuckin` rap.
[Verse 2]
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 nigga 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` mothafuckas sick
my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin`
any niggas whisperin` or talkin` `bout extortion
shit 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 shit was takin` flight
had my bitches cuttin` up like 10 Ki`s a night
mixin` lactose, Bonita, and Quenii
I was the first Black nigga with mafia ties
leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy.
Yo..bangin` for real..
niggas is thinkin` rap, I`m thinkin` laundromat..
we washin` this money...
you think this shit is about rhymes...
you`ll find yourself under the fuckin` 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...
[Verse 3]
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 nigga
I was givin` away blocks nigga
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 shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge
not to fuck each others bitches
or touch each others riches
on top or broke
never break this oath
every nigga in the counsel was a boss
we used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off
it was alright `till I got caught
charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight
behind Marion steel gates
niggas started shittin`, actin` bizarre
drivin` my cars, fuckin` my broads, breakin` the laws
same niggas I took care of and got money wit` was on some funny shit
if I was different I`d snitch
what would you do if you got Millions with niggas and they had no love
for ya?
couldn`t pay for ya lawyer
I figured shit, 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 shit 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 nigga like me in your life...
I`m what these lil` niggas rap about...
thats 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.
