Shyne - It's Ok Lyrics
[shyne]Geah, uhh, uhh, uhhUh-huh, like thatGeah, uhhTen bricks nigga in the air, hold tecIts that mother*****in nigga named shyneNothin but cum for these *****es, love none for these *****esIts that mother*****in nigga named shyneWhats my mother*****in name? put a bullet in your brainLeave your shirt stained, guns and cocaineIts the best of a v&eIm like homes in charlies angels, yall never seein meHeavenly indeed, measure me a keyMy moms was a virgin when she had meI rock flows, top os, better yet, sell it wetTape kis to *****es, I need the richesScene switches, big *****es, to hide snitchesSmile for the feds as they take picturesIts the young g speakin; leavin niggaz leakinShots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hitYall mother*****ers was counterfeitEat a dick and choke, as I sniff cokeShyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shitGz up, hoes down while you mother*****ers bounce to this[chorus: shyne]Before your dog youre dyin and bustin your ironTake the stand youre lyin, its okIf you cook it, cut it, watch - floodedHit niggaz in public and *****es love it, its okIf you high right now as they play this in the clubLookin for somethin to *****, its okIf you startin with her, its okIf you snotty with him, its ok[shyne]With so much blocks in the n-y-cTo burn em all down is kinda hard for meBut uhh, somehow, somewayI keep takin over mother*****ers gates like every single dayIts, the, rap, singerSlash, coke, crack, slingerSling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbatsThat try to ***** bootchie coochie, Im in thatKingpin raps, I spit em, fed narcs, I dip emBentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickeninMy rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptomsRinks and links and trips to harry winstonBorn sinner; think that model ***** Im with is slim?You chances of seein me are slimmerI was through with it, before yall knew what to do with itPut my finger in the ground and turn the world around[chorus][shyne]From hip-hop to them hot blocksIt aint never gon stop; well maybe for three daysBut then Ill return, more blacks to burn for more yeaGet them (? ? ) sittin up on broadway (geah)Livin the life, ridin on twinkiesThirty inch rims spinnin, *****es is grinninRoscoe on my left, wonderin where the ***** atSo I can scheme the dope, get the ***** and floatBig things, live from the empire stateWhere niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48Dont owe my favors, jewelers deliberateShops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure eightGun in your mouth *****, got a bitter tastePush up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter faceGuerilla pimpin indeedShit Im like a perm;Somethin every girl in the ghetto need[chorus] - 2x
