It's Ok Lyrics - Singles - Shyne

Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh 

Uh-huh, like that 

Geah, uhh 

Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec 

It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne 

Nothin but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches 

It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne 

What's my motherfuckin name? Put a bullet in your brain 

Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine 

It's the best of a V&E 

I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me 

Heavenly indeed, measure me a key 

My moms was a virgin when she had me 

I rock flows, top O's, better yet, sell it wet 

Tape ki's to bitches, I need the riches 

Scene switches, big bitches, to hide snitches 

Smile for the feds as they take pictures 

It's the young G speakin; leavin niggaz leakin 

Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit 

Y'all motherfuckers was counterfeit 

Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff coke 

Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit 

G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this 

Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron 

Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok 

If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded 

Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok 

If you hard right now as they play this in the club 

lookin for somethin to fuck, it's ok 

If you startin with her, it's ok 

If you snotty with him, it's ok 

With so much blocks in the N-Y-C 

to burn 'em all down is kinda hard for me 

But uhh, somehow, someway 

I keep takin over motherfucker's gates like every single day 

It's, the, rap, singer 

Slash, coke, crack, slinger 

Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats 

that try to pussy bootchie coochie, I'm in that 

Kingpin raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em 

Bentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin 

My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms 

Rinks and links and trips to Harry Winston 

Born sinner; think that model bitch I'm with is slim? 

You chances of seein me are slimmer 

I was through with it, before y'all knew what to do with it 

Put my finger in the ground and turn the world around 

Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron 

Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok 

If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded 

Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok 

If you hard right now as they play this in the club 

lookin for somethin to fuck, it's ok 

If you startin with her, it's ok 

If you snotty with him, it's ok 

From hip-hop to them hot blocks 

It ain't never gon' stop; well maybe for three days 

but then I'll return, more blacks to burn for more yea 

Get them sittin up on Broadway (geah) 

Livin the life, ridin on Twinkies 

Thirty inch rims spinnin, bitches is grinnin 

Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the pussy at 

so I can scheme the dope, get the pussy and float 

Big things, live from the Empire State 

where niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48 

Don't owe my favors, jewelers deliberate 

Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure eight 

Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter taste 

Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face 

Guerilla pimpin indeed 

Shit I'm like a perm; 

somethin every girl in the ghetto need 

Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron 

Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok 

If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded 

Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok 

If you hard right now as they play this in the club 

lookin for somethin to fuck, it's ok 

If you startin with her, it's ok 

If you snotty with him, it's ok 

Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron 

Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok 

If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded 

Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok 

If you hard right now as they play this in the club 

lookin for somethin to fuck, it's ok 

If you startin with her, it's ok 

If you snotty with him, it's ok