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