Shyne - Edge Lyrics
"Edge"[Verse 1]Uh uh, Uh, UhAyo, mac 10s and fake friendsLawyers little game homicide 25 withthe *****ing nigga face 'emBut I'm still trill, still holdinRollin gully until I'm froze,close in a box with a bomb in fluidVeins pumpin iceFirst some 15 keep that king pumping rightHard white, cold cashHold fast, fold fast, through the city so gasNo assStraight head *****, I'm one a from the feds***** comma raps, same G and cannaAll I got in this world is my fifth dick and nanaGangsta mannerism lyrical vandalismNiggaz be burnin up their gums until the*****ing hammers hit 'emWho need help?Well until then I'ma take that mac offthe shelfand hold the *****ing street hostageBlowing smoke out my nostrilEvery breath is a step to a non-time in death[Hook 2X]I wanna know where to goNeed a place in my mind I can restCause this time is running out for my fleshDried up, sittin' in a chair fried up[Verse 2]You know me; I don't need no introductionin thisBig gun, big dick, half of a meal on the wristSittin in my continental thinkin' aboutpotential connectsI live in all, just pencil the bestParts of the live of a quintessential hustlerWhen I pull a slide backMother*****ers be hoppin' their facesdon't get left openYou understand?Shirt soaking, brain smoking left inthe ocean floatin'Shyne Po, dough, stack, y'all Rapniggaz is trashI don't give a ***** how much records you soldTryin' to be meKeep it real dog, you'll die to be meYou wanna know how it feel, don't you?To have a murder charge, took gun tothe American Music AwardsAnd live life against starsDoing 170 screaming "***** THE WORLD"(gangsta get outta the car)[Hook 2X]I wanna know where to goNeed a place in my mind I can restCause this time is running out for my fleshDried up, sittin' in a chair fried up[Verse 3]Where the ***** them niggaz at?We gonna handle this beefTurn your mic off *****; see me in the street***** peace 'til I'm rest in the driedup flesh is finishI don't know how to tell untilI'm in the morgueDysfunctional, highly uncomfortable paranoidWithout the extra clip (*****), try meI'll puncture youHad niggaz waking up with wings in their backs, halos in their head like"Ayo I'm dead"Can a knight *****ing princess Diana typeVane wives, vane light, penI write cold, hand of iceThey said too much for the motormind to comprehendWalk wit me, pause take a breathThings ain't just the same for gangstasSleeping in diamond, it's *****ingup the game for gangstasWhile charges tryin to ring a gangstaThrough it all I maintain my gangsta[Hook until fade]I wanna know where to goNeed a place in my mind I can restCause this time is running out for my fleshDried up, sittin' in a chair fried up
