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lirik lagu shyne – the life

it’s a new day in the rap game!
n-body 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, n-gg- 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 n-gg- just glad to be
gettin’ some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifth
he knew some dominican n-gg-s that wanted a clique
to hold ’em down, shoot n-gg-s in the head
throw ’em out windows if they were late with the bread
basically i’m enforcin’
around heavy c-ke, when n-body’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.

n-gg-s… n-gg-s just ain’t built like me…
stand up n-gg-s… since 15
i been servin’ fiends and loadin’ magazines…
takin’ shots.burnin’ blocks.
this ain’t no f-ckin’ 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 n-gg- 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’ mothaf-ckas sick
my cousin ron a crook from the brook was torchin’
any n-gg-s whisperin’ or talkin’ ’bout extortion
sh-t 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 sh-t was takin’ flight
had my b-tches cuttin’ up like 10 ki’s a night
mixin’ lactose, bonita, and quenii
i was the first black n-gg- with mafia ties
leased my soul to the devil with the option to buy.

yo.bangin’ for real.
n-gg-s is thinkin’ rap, i’m thinkin’ laundromat.
we washin’ this money…
you think this sh-t is about rhymes…
you’ll find yourself under the f-ckin’ 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 n-gg-
i was givin’ away blocks n-gg-
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 sh-t called the counsel and we all made a pledge
not to f-ck each others b-tches
or touch each others riches
on top or broke
never break this oath
every n-gg- in the counsel was a boss
we used to put c-ke on our d-ck and make b-tches suck it off
it was alright ’till i got caught
charged with an eight-forty-eight
behind marion steel gates
n-gg-s started sh-ttin’, actin’ bizarre
drivin’ my cars, f-ckin’ my broads, breakin’ the laws
same n-gg-s i took care of and got money wit’ was on some funny sh-t
if i was different i’d snitch
what would you do if you got millions with n-gg-s and they had no love
for ya?
couldn’t pay for ya lawyer
i figured sh-t, 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 sh-t 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 n-gg- like me in your life…
i’m what these lil’ n-gg-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.

- lirik lagu shyne

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