Spend Some Cheese Lyrics - Shyne - Shyne

[Shyne] 

Geah.. new.. 

My niggaz frontin on pumpin and dumpin, leave 'em on the curb 

Ridin on twinkies I'm (??) gun under my fur 

Ma what you prefer? 

His and hers (?) and villas, dope dealers and killers 

who keep it real-a, chase paper fuck bitches they'll always be there 

Burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare 

Live for the moment, fuck atonement 

Explain to God when you see him 

(?)lease a bigger day, til your paper reach the ceiling 

Niggaz, we only live once 

and I don't know about y'all, but shit I'm on mine 

like Don Trump, Black Ted Turner, totin burners 

Open dope spots on every block 

Jumpin in and out of cherry drops 

as the plot thickens, watch glistens 

Feds trail us, surveil us, tell us 

not enough evidence (?) us 

Teflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get gone 

In the name of Brooklyn Vietnam 

And all you fuckin rappers, for the last time 

The last name ain't Junior, my name is Shyne 

Now take a paternity test, there's no relation 

I'm the fuckin king, nobody stands adjacent 

[Chorus] 

All I want to do is get a brand new fifth 

and a few ki's, spend some cheese 

All I want to do is see my homies stay fly 

until we all day, and spend some cheese 

All I want to do is get this money washed 

so I can lay back, and spend some cheese 

Get right, live life, spend some cheese 

G's ice, gun fights, spend some cheese 

[Shyne] 

Bandana wrap, under my fitted hat 

I got mines stacked, nigga where yo' ticket at? 

Floatin countin the two turbo's 

Bitches I burned know Shyne Poe; Bad Boy - who's fuckin with that? 

I done burnt down New York, ran through D.C. 

And this rap shit here, ain't nothin to me 

Got my murder game down for real 

Gave lead showers to any coward who sold me flour 

Poe's my power - these rappers frontin like they uncut raw 

I'll be the first to tell ya, they talcum powder 

Actin like I know them, I owe them 

til I blow them, and leave they face in they fuckin scrotum 

One change on the pike, under the moonlight 

Headin nowhere fast, Desert in the airbags 

Death's around the corner so I make detour slide to the Rucker 

Firelli's burnin rubbers 

Pull up in front, let my shit bump 

Hop out, no respect for the cops 

Got the glock out, lookin for a knockout 

Somethin to put a seed in, nah nigga 

Just somethin I can put some ki's in, come on 

[Chorus] 

[Shyne] 

Nigga wait, push rhymes, push fives 

push wigs back, push weight 

Runnin narcotics in over twenty-one states 

Thuggin and buggin I'll crack your fuckin chestplates 

It's good old America the great, the land of the G 

Home of the slave 

Where corrupt politicans and black gangsters is made 

Where you die at 25, shot up in your Merced's 

Ridin on blades, livin for today 

Fuck peace, bustin at the police 

Young black and just don't give a fuck 

You'd think it was the Olympics the way niggaz be sprintin 

and jumpin when my (?) bust, pullin up in bigger trucks 

like what? Hand on my nuts 

White gold smile, high profile 

Bitches love the style 

How the fur's fittin, gangster slur spittin 

For my niggaz in Lewisburg sittin 

I got to get it like Sisqo 

It's the Don-da-Don-Don-Don 

Switch flows faster than cops can shoot a black 

as them bricks keep turnin and them blocks keep burnin, c'mon 

[Chorus 4X to fade]