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The Life Lyrics - Shyne - Shyne

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, nigga 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 nigga just glad to be 

gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth 

he knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique 

to hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the head 

throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread 

basically I'm enforcin' 

around heavy coke, 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. 

 

Niggas...niggas just ain't built like me... 

stand up niggas...since 15 

I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines... 

takin' shots..burnin' blocks.. 

this ain't no fuckin' 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 nigga 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' mothafuckas sick 

my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin' 

any niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortion 

shit 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 shit was takin' flight 

had my bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night 

mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii 

I was the first Black nigga with mafia ties 

leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy. 

 

Yo..bangin' for real.. 

niggas is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat.. 

we washin' this money... 

you think this shit is about rhymes... 

you'll find yourself under the fuckin' 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 nigga 

I was givin' away blocks nigga 

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 shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge 

not to fuck each others bitches 

or touch each others riches 

on top or broke 

never break this oath 

every nigga in the counsel was a boss 

we used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off 

it was alright 'till I got caught 

charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight 

behind Marion steel gates 

niggas started shittin', actin' bizarre 

drivin' my cars, fuckin' my broads, breakin' the laws 

same niggas I took care of and got money wit' was on some funny shit 

if I was different I'd snitch 

what would you do if you got Millions with niggas and they had no love 

for ya? 

couldn't pay for ya lawyer 

I figured shit, 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 shit 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 nigga like me in your life... 

I'm what these lil' niggas 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. 

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