Once upon a time, not long ago When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo' There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs Similarities in my voice nigga check the words I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds from the cur Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs It's the young Frank Matthews the rap version Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin' That's certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin' Uh--y'all got me fucked up like My desert eagle and my sick doom bust right Like my guns is racin',muthafucka don't you know I Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin' Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime 25 to life plus 9
[Chorus 2X] Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fed Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fan Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue
Evil grin,dead eyes,walkin wit a bock, monster Best way to describe my posture In this world of sin I'm as wicked as they come Moonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and I'm done Ain't enough money here I ratha be in the tropics Wit Corsicans where narcotics is the only topic Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow Tiger par And every other form of raw Since a team been handlin, nigga been scramblin' Bettin' on money in Vegas gamblin' Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin',staggerin' More than you can imaginin Uh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mind Like who's the best MC's - Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne Demented as a young'n, apple 2nd comin' Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellum Shyne Poe what the fuck you gon' tell 'em? All you niggas that wanna be fly my gun shots'll propell 'em Leavin' somewhere smellin', repellin' Closed caskets for you fuckin' bastards c'mon
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Only the strong survive, weak niggas bleed And get found, wit they fuckin' face down Numb from the waist down I din been to hell and back Twice and still in crack Stare death in the eyes and never blink Headshots rip through my mink Went to war wit the realist killas Killed friends over jealousy and envy My heart's empty Behind the wheel of my Bentley Coke-d up feelin invincible Bout to take over the world I can't be stopped Not the feds or the fuckin' cops Not even 17 shots Can put a end to this terror I'ma live forever, cause gangstas don't break We just get plastic surgery and relocate To anotha state or island, smilin, money pilin, wildin Yo Puff over done them fuckin violins Uh this shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver North Kill you then use your corpse,to transport horse Leave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car window Any nigga snitch and givin' info Since my motha stomach coke and liquor Was the mixture Betta be prepared when we hit ya
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Copy to Clipboard: Once upon a time, not long ago When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo' There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs Similarities in my voice nigga check the words I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds from the cur Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs It's the young Frank Matthews the rap version Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin' That's certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin' Uh--y'all got me fucked up like My desert eagle and my sick doom bust right Like my guns is racin',muthafucka don't you know I Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin' Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime 25 to life plus 9
[Chorus 2X] Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fed Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fan Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue
Evil grin,dead eyes,walkin wit a bock, monster Best way to describe my posture In this world of sin I'm as wicked as they come Moonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and I'm done Ain't enough money here I ratha be in the tropics Wit Corsicans where narcotics is the only topic Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow Tiger par And every other form of raw Since a team been handlin, nigga been scramblin' Bettin' on money in Vegas gamblin' Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin',staggerin' More than you can imaginin Uh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mind Like who's the best MC's - Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne Demented as a young'n, apple 2nd comin' Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellum Shyne Poe what the fuck you gon' tell 'em? All you niggas that wanna be fly my gun shots'll propell 'em Leavin' somewhere smellin', repellin' Closed caskets for you fuckin' bastards c'mon
[Chorus]
Only the strong survive, weak niggas bleed And get found, wit they fuckin' face down Numb from the waist down I din been to hell and back Twice and still in crack Stare death in the eyes and never blink Headshots rip through my mink Went to war wit the realist killas Killed friends over jealousy and envy My heart's empty Behind the wheel of my Bentley Coke-d up feelin invincible Bout to take over the world I can't be stopped Not the feds or the fuckin' cops Not even 17 shots Can put a end to this terror I'ma live forever, cause gangstas don't break We just get plastic surgery and relocate To anotha state or island, smilin, money pilin, wildin Yo Puff over done them fuckin violins Uh this shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver North Kill you then use your corpse,to transport horse Leave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car window Any nigga snitch and givin' info Since my motha stomach coke and liquor Was the mixture Betta be prepared when we hit ya
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