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(walk with me). . (come on). . INTRO - FOXY. . Yeah,. Its like new york's being soft. Ever since my nigga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah. . VERSE 1 - SHYNE. . (check it). *
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Feat. Slim (of 112). . shyne. Yeah, yeah. This ones for my brooklyn playboys. This ones for my L. A. Playboys. This ones for my chi-town playboys. Atl, down south. Nc, sc. Where you be
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Bob Marley - No more troubles. No no no more troubles. No more troubles. . Shyne. We ain't the problem nigga. . Bob Marley Sample. We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble. . Shyne
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Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam. What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on. . Oh no, big Shyne Po. Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy. Gimme a tech that don't jam (bang bang). I'm tryin to
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hustler. When I pull a slide back. Motherfuckers be hoppin' their faces don't get left open. You understand?. Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin'. Shyne Po, dough, stack, y'all Rap
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force got no remorse. But I feel * catching up. Time wrappin' up. Shyne had enough, still I can't have enough. Something bout the engine roarin'. Soarin', wind in my face. Top down, take me to
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Bài hát Rude Boy (Remix) - Rihanna, Shyne. Come here rude boy, boy. Can you get it up. Come here rude boy, boy. Is you big enough. Take it, take it (yeah). Baby, baby (yeah). Take it, take it (yeah
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Heeeyyy!!. Yeah! Po!. For all my niggas locked under the cell (this gangsta mash). All my niggas (turn this * up) in Heaven. While niggas was alive it was Hell, gotta be Heaven after that. Check
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Pshhhh pshhhh. Uhh. repeat 3x. . Verse. Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face. He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e. Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like c
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Talking. *, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating,. Yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better. . Verse. Walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing. Rebel, laughing at t
