Shyne
( for the record )
Pshhhh pshhhh
Uhh
(repeat 3x)
[Verse 1]
Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face
He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e
Listened to his tape, this lil` nigga used to sound like cake
Maybe I`m juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin
See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped
What I see is straight bug, straight thoro
Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs
Rather look at the facts not the hype
Like who got shot and who got knifed
Who keep gettin struck, but don`t neva strike
Hope the beef go away but the feds indict
I know yo card nigga, it`s so clear
You juss wanna sell record you don`t want warfare
You don`t wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
These niggaz would`ve died if they shot me nine times
Heyy it`s juss for the best
Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it
[Hook]
And there go the shots stay rippin `em apart
Cuz it`s a blood comin outta his slum
It`s murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losin` their life
When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night
Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I`m gone, is what underneath feels like
It`s my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
[Verse 2]
You ain`t kill humma `cause if you did
Why you ain`t get the pen after all of that hit
You know I know, that if you live
That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody
Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut
Yoo pac`s a nigga, nobody got shot
Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what
Okay okay killa you`sa slut
Think about it, enoughs enoughs
I`m tryna show `em whoes who
And what is what
I mean how can I respect you
When them niggaz that left you ain`t none of `em blessed you
( not nobody )
You know where they are, where they perform
Bust yo gun, stop makin songs
Please no more ghetto quran
You got money now it`s time to bomb
And that`s juss fo the top
Take this mob shit seriouse please respect it
And there go the shots stay rippin `em apart(2x)
Cuz it`s a blood comin outta his slum
[Verse 3]
Death of perfection as I move witout motion
Ain`t no nigga in his game doin the shit that I`m quotin`
Take a good look `cause you`ll neva a see enought of me
Might be sum otha g`s tryna trace n color me
But I believe in the ways of old
Slice these niggaz throat tryna tell on po
That shouldn`t excist, fuckin snitch
Cut of his dick, put it on his lips
You really think I was gon` let you slide
Fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind
You really think jail was gon` make thinks right
nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life
I was mindin` my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout po
I was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go
I ain`t lyin this is the mob
You got yo break come finish yo job
Juss don`t get the feds involved
And I`mma reunite you wit yo moms
Rip
I guess this ain`t juss music
Cuz jail only made me much mo` ruthless (nigga)
And the bitch nigga knew this
That`s why he tryed to sign me to g-unit
Tell `em how you made me offers
( I don`t want that blood I`mma godfather)
Jumped on every street corner
Hurts yo heart that you don`t get that honor
The feds I paid fo that
10 years up top
I sell `em much shop
Both of ya was blood
Took the bus wit cuz
Want gun fo gun
I earned my lug
You, you juss pathetic
You neva bg, bespite yo average
Take this mob shit serioue, you gon` respect it
Tha`s juss fo the record
[Hook]
And there go the shots stay rippin `em apart
Cuz it`s a blood comin outta his slum
It`s murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losin` their life
When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night
Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I`m gone, is what underneath feels like
It`s my work by the surf when they turn off the light
