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
(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). *
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
