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Utwór: The Life

  • wykonawca: Shyne
  • wyświetleń: 1045

It's a new day in the rap game!
  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.
  

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