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, n**** 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 n**** just glad to be
gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth
he knew some Dominican n***** that wanted a clique
to hold 'em down, shoot n***** in the head
throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread
basically I'm enforcin'
around heavy c**e, 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.
n*****...n***** just ain't built like me...
stand up n*****...since 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines...
takin' shots..burnin' blocks..
this ain't no f*****' 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 n**** 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' m********** sick
my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin'
any n***** whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortion
s*** 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 s*** was takin' flight
had my b****** cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night
mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii
I was the first Black n**** with mafia ties
leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy.
Yo..bangin' for real..
n***** is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat..
we washin' this money...
you think this s*** is about rhymes...
you'll find yourself under the f*****' 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 n****
I was givin' away blocks n****
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 s*** called the counsel and we all made a pledge
not to f*** each others b******
or touch each others riches
on top or broke
never break this oath
every n**** in the counsel was a boss
we used to put c**e on our d*** and make b****** suck it off
it was alright 'till I got caught
charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight
behind Marion steel gates
n***** started s***tin', actin' bizarre
drivin' my cars, f*****' my broads, breakin' the laws
same n***** I took care of and got money wit' was on some funny s***
if I was different I'd snitch
what would you do if you got Millions with n***** and they had no love
for ya?
couldn't pay for ya lawyer
I figured s***, 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 s*** 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 n**** like me in your life...
I'm what these lil' n***** rap about...
that's 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.
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, n**** 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 n**** just glad to be
gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth
he knew some Dominican n***** that wanted a clique
to hold 'em down, shoot n***** in the head
throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread
basically I'm enforcin'
around heavy c**e, 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.
n*****...n***** just ain't built like me...
stand up n*****...since 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines...
takin' shots..burnin' blocks..
this ain't no f*****' 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 n**** 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' m********** sick
my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin'
any n***** whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortion
s*** 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 s*** was takin' flight
had my b****** cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night
mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii
I was the first Black n**** with mafia ties
leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy.
Yo..bangin' for real..
n***** is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat..
we washin' this money...
you think this s*** is about rhymes...
you'll find yourself under the f*****' 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 n****
I was givin' away blocks n****
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 s*** called the counsel and we all made a pledge
not to f*** each others b******
or touch each others riches
on top or broke
never break this oath
every n**** in the counsel was a boss
we used to put c**e on our d*** and make b****** suck it off
it was alright 'till I got caught
charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight
behind Marion steel gates
n***** started s***tin', actin' bizarre
drivin' my cars, f*****' my broads, breakin' the laws
same n***** I took care of and got money wit' was on some funny s***
if I was different I'd snitch
what would you do if you got Millions with n***** and they had no love
for ya?
couldn't pay for ya lawyer
I figured s***, 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 s*** 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 n**** like me in your life...
I'm what these lil' n***** rap about...
that's 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.