Here With Me Lyrics - Godfather Buried Alive - Shyne

[Shyne] 

P-O, nothing more to it 

I'm gully, what, I've really been through it 

From the stoupe to the coup and anything in between 

I carry a sleet through me, niggaz live out they dreams 

Throw the ones in the sky or up in the bing 

I do it for them, when I'm crackin' them rims 

See me doing solo, silver pot holes 

Bustin' off Roscoe's, like fuck it, I'll buy a new set tomorrow 

I'm the horror, the system belt 

Suck liquor, out my mom's tits, instead of milk 

I'm society's filth, shit, I feel no guilt 

Well fear couldn't feed Po, what the fuck, I need mo' 

Mo', mo', catch me posted up on one Pivot 

By the looks of my arm and palm, it's been a blizzard 

Bitches want to know, who that nigga Po 

When you think of me, just think of snow 

Call white, hard white, masterpiece, all white 

It's alright, I could take you out tonight 

And put you in some things 

Have you lookin' like something, diamonds, buttons 

It's the predicate felon, millionaire dollar rederick 

Tellin', spittin' thesis, for my connections 

Leave a nigga speechless, can't talk with a gun in your throat 

Yeah, I'm loc'd, been around too much dope 

All my life, brain ain't never been right 

Don't hear shit, I air shit, niggaz lose sight 

It's bigger than mics, come fuck with the kid 

O.G.'s look at me, like that's how I live 

Niggaz look from the sky, like, yeah I stay live 

Resurrected through the necklace or the gold coated six 

Gangsta never die, as long as I'm alive 

And when I go, it's gon' be another Po 

[Chorus: Shyne] 

For all my niggaz who ain't here with me 

You still here with me, everything that I do 

When you see that watch blue, it's for you 

When you see that coupe with no roof, it's for you 

For all my niggaz who ain't here with me 

You still here with me, everything that I do 

Kid that I fried around the way, was for for you 

Connect that I tied the other day, was for you 

[Shyne] 

Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and, yellow rocks 

It's the number one gunner, pop pa-pop pop 

Hard top, windows black, that's the way, how gangsta mack 

Comin' through bumpin' Thriller, like I'm really a killa 

Who you know fuckin' with me, them niggaz is bitter 

No, I hit you when it's burnin' or numb 

Who you, screw you, just for burnin' ya gums, get it right 

I'm him, ya'll just rhyming 

Noise over beats, ya'll niggaz hymen 

My other shit is real, I'm buyin' jet fuel 

Them cuts on my shit, is Princess Blue 

You fuck with the kid, you get princessed too 

What, ya boyfriend a rapper? This between me and you 

And that's just how my niggaz would want it, America's most wanted 

State ya name, P.O., niggaz know 

[Chorus]