Shyne Lyrics - Godfather Buried Alive - Shyne

Swiss, Po 

Respect our gangsta nigga 

Lay down 

What you know bout holding out big Tec. 

Big vest , hollow tips all up in the kid Neck 

Po live it up, yellow stones lid it Up 

Long Johns (siggaz) tuck, it's the kid nigga What 

Some of ya rap niggas is girls 

On my dick yapping, flappin' 

Fucking cartoons, 

These niggas guns don't go off 

Until they say lights, camera, action 

Yo Swiss tell them niggas eat a Dick 

Gun up in yo face, bitch that Reary won't Miss 

Unload the shit then reload the shit 

Head str8 to the airport and unload sum Bricks 

No lyin', you niggas seem me comin down to shoot ya 

Think I was flyin', 12 syllabus 

Brooklyn is mine, nigga move Ova 

Yea I'm talking to you. Fuckin Dick Blowa 

[Chorus:] 

Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health 

Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself 

'cause it's cool when you fuckin wit a nigga like me 

Cool when you ridin' wit a nigga like me 

To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine 

To all my niggas keepin it gully juss Shine 

To all the ghettos in America, ohh Shine 

I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Sine 

Check it 

All I need in this world of sin 

Is a crooked lawyer, big rims and a Mac. 10 

Ridin' through the city like I'm used to this Shit 

Fuck yo vest nigga, my cells will chew through that Shit 

Catch a breath, you ain't heard bout that nigga Po 

Murdah cases diamond faces, Mat-hat-lo' 

Leavin' pieces of yo brian on yo car Do' 

Lookin gully in that Bent.on that R.O. 

L.L. see you niggas in Hell 

Soon as they set my bell, I make another Cell 

Shiet I set my mind at a the early age 

I was gon' be paid or early graved 

Whatta fuck I got-ta have, blocks to smash 

Lots a cash, drop sum Ass 

This iz the truth, I probebly die in my Coup 

But I bet you and them bitches that come to get me, I Shoot 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3:] 

I got my mind on the Shipment 

Shipment on my Mind 

Bout to meet these Dominican niggas at 9 

Rhyme, rap, what to fuck is That 

Only thing I rap is Ye, nigga die Today 

Ya got it confused I ain't trying to fill nobody's Shoes 

I'm just looking fo connects nigga 

Doin' what I Do 

Back against the wall 

Against all odds 

Tune in to my Live nigga, this shit is sicka then OZ 

Fightin' 'gainst them Crackaz 

+ them killaz gettin' at Us 

No where to run, so I grab my Gun 

N' start blazin', this shit got a nigga Agin' 

I'ma die a Gangsta nigga ain't no Changin' 

A G. faithfully, momma pray for Me 

Lil nigga go to school, stay away from Me 

Got hoez fo you hustlaz 

Bullets fo you cowards 

N' dick fo you bitches up in the Trunk-Tower 

[Chorus]