[Shyne] I just wanna move mad bricks for all the days I never had shit Now I'm young heartless and rich Pistols and pussy, straight from the door Brown paper bags full of blood money, need more Too much ain't enough High off dust, greed never endin Catchin bodies I want Gotti was supposed to be It's overwhelmin Face smothered in cocaine, against all odds Life is what you make it, well I made it Leavin motherfuckers naked I get excited watchin niggaz bleed helplessly Put 'em out they misery, selflessly A coward dies a thousand deaths I got a thousand tecs Takin niggaz with me when I got, fo'rilla I'll probably be all pissu when I blow, fo'rilla Adrenaline rushin blood bushin It's nothin long as I'm bustin All gangstas is dead, or in jail except for me I posted bail, all hail
[Chorus 2X: Shyne] Money be the root of all evil, calico desert eagles Bitch I'm comin to see you, all you niggas gon' die Motherfucker die
[Shyne] Fast cars and plea bargains, pictchin niggaz wigs Have they families donatin they fuckin organs What you like, stress you up, press your luck Better hope you hit seven or find yourself in heaven Lost my conscience somewhere in between watchin niggaz die and leavin the murder scene Hot gun in my waist, stockin over my face and I tell you niggaz this, I never miss, check it My point of view is me or you And I'ma burn anyway, what the fuck? Bust seventeen shots up in your guts, truck blood drippin Dead on arrival, leavin my rivals lookin up at the clouds The prodigal son, seein demons and devils through the reflection, of my watch bezel Embezzle, and racket, full metal, jackets Poppin heat and, seekin, niggaz die internal bleedin Hear mom screamin, bury Shyne Cause when I come, motherfuckers all die
[Chorus - 3X]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
