When gangstas rock waves so dope and sniff 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
 Since the young Frank Matthews the rap version
 Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin'
 Now servin' 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

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 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 fed
 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 hummas 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 cau-si-cans when 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'
 Crows caskets for you fuckin' bastads 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
 Stay deaf and the eyes and never blink
 And shots 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
 Cooped 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 but a end to this terror
 I'ma live forever,cuz gangstas don't break
 We just get plastic surgery and relocate
 To anotha state
 Haulin',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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