Shyne - The Life Lyrics
Its a new day in the rap game!Nobody sells records but shyne po![verse 1]My life had its ups and downs, but I dont regret nothinI had the whole tri-state high, nigga I aint frontinAt fifteen I sold my first bag of dopeUsed to stick dominicans, burner under the coatGettin like 15 grams, a half a kiAt fifteen man, a nigga just glad to beGettin some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifthHe knew some dominican niggas that wanted a cliqueTo hold em down, shoot niggas in the headThrow em out windows if they were late with the breadBasically Im enforcinAround heavy coke, when nobodys lookin Id be dippin in the portionThey wasnt missin itSo I got my hustle on the side, flippin itSellin like 500 bottles and nicks, started minorBut I always knew Id turn a big apple into cider.Niggas...niggas just aint built like me...Stand up niggas...since 15I been servin fiends and loadin magazines...Takin shots..burnin blocks..This aint no *****in rap.[verse 2]Everything was everything till my man got pinchedHe had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinctOther than that, I went from enforcer to movin product, straight whitePowder now, gettin itThe hardest nigga in the streetMy first car was a 190 benz with louie vaton seatsBuyin out the bar at the rooftopI had a few spotsOne called the jukeboxWhere I was gettin like 50 a brick2 or 3 bricks a day, makin motha*****as sickMy cousin ron a crook from the brook was torchinAny niggas whisperin or talkin bout extortionShit was goin right and only one betterWhen I got my italian connect, hittin me with pure heroinMoved to 116th, started seein real dinero thenEmpire buildin, the shit was takin flightHad my *****es cuttin up like 10 kis a nightMixin lactose, bonita, and queniiI was the first black nigga with mafia tiesLeased my soul to the devil with the option to buy.Yo..bangin for real..Niggas is thinkin rap, Im thinkin laundromat..We washin this money...You think this shit is about rhymes...Youll find yourself under the *****in 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 transformedControllin manufacturin and distribution of heronThroughout the tri-state, high stakesI spent hundreds of thous out of paper bagsYou couldnt name a car I aint haveEvery minute new tagsSeven series to the five-sixty drop niggaI was givin away blocks niggaFast cars, fast money, slow deathsThis things of oursHad me doin a hundred miles an hourThrough the city evadin the fedsStarted this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledgeNot to ***** each others *****esOr touch each others richesOn top or brokeNever break this oathEvery nigga in the counsel was a bossWe used to put coke on our dick and make *****es suck it offIt was alright till I got caughtCharged with an eight-forty-eightBehind marion steel gatesNiggas started shittin, actin bizarreDrivin my cars, *****in my broads, breakin the lawsSame niggas I took care of and got money wit was on some funny shitIf I was different Id snitchWhat would you do if you got millions with niggas and they had no loveFor ya?Couldnt pay for ya lawyerI figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot?Ill be out in ten, start over againThrow those boys in the pot, but I couldnt do itYou couldnt understand it of you aint been through itTheres rules to this shit and I couldnt break emDeath before dishonor till I meet satan...i know hes waitin.God forgive me...youve never seen a nigga like me in your life...Im what these lil niggas rap about...Thats 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.
