Once upon a time, not long ago
when gangstas rock waves so dope and sniff loand'
there was a young g by the name of shyne poe
puttinand' it down, cuttinand' it up and cookinand' it now
itand's been a lotta dick ridinand' for lack of a betta words
speculations on the guns i hold underneath my furs
similarities in my voice nigga check the words
iand'm in for winter to doeand's that pinch merds from the cur
dodginand' and dippinand' the narcs
since the young frank matthews the rap version
touch my trap on my smack the gats burstinand'
now servinand' leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkinand'
uh--yand'all got me fucked up like
my desert eagle and my sick doom bust right
like my guns is racinand',muthafucka donand't you know i
make ya heart stop and ya body start shakinand'
now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime
25 to life plus 9
chorus: 2x
whatcha gonand' do when shit hit the fed
take it like a man or snitch like a bitch
whatcha gonand' 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
moonlightinand' as a rapper get this ticket and iand'm done
ainand'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 scramblinand'
bettinand' on money in vegas gamblinand'
desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylinand',staggerinand'
more than you can imaginin
uh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mind
like whoand's the best mcand's - biggie, jay-z, and shyne
demented as a youngand'n, apple 2nd cominand'
evil thoughts runninand' through my cerebellum
shyne poe what the fuck you gonand' tell and'em?
all you niggas that wanna be fly my gun shotsand'll propell and'em
leavinand' somewhere smellinand', repellinand'
crows caskets for you fuckinand' bastads cand'mon
chorus: 2x
only the strong survive,weak niggas bleed
and get found,wit they fuckinand' 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 heartand's empty
behind the wheel of my bentley
cooped up feelinand' invincible
and'bout to take over the world i canand't be stopped
not the feds or the fuckinand' cops
not even 17 shots
can but a end to this terror
iand'ma live forever,cuz gangstas donand't break
we just get plastic surgery and relocate
to anotha state
haulinand',smilinand',money pilinand',wildinand'
yo puff over done them fuckinand' violins
uh this shit is bigger than me though ask oliver north
kill you then use your corpse,to transport horse
leave ya brains hanginand' from ya fuckinand' car window
any nigga snitch and givinand' info
since my motha stomach coke and liquor
was the mixture
betta be prepared when we hit ya
chorus: fade til end
