The Life-shyne

Album by: Shyne Artist by: Shyne 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 nothin I had the whole tri-state high, ni**a I aint frontin At fifteen I sold my first bag of d**e Used to stick dominicans, burner under the coat Gettin like 15 grams, a half a ki At fifteen man, a ni**a just glad to be Gettin some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifth He knew some dominican niggas that wanted a clique To hold em down, shoot niggas in the head Throw em out windows if they were late with the bread Basically Im enforcin Around heavy coke, when nobodys lookin Id be dippin in the portion They wasnt missin it So I got my hustle on the side, flippin it Sellin like 500 bottles and nicks, started minor But I always knew Id turn a big apple into cider. Niggas...niggas just aint built like me... Stand up niggas...since 15 I been servin fiends and loadin magazines... Takin shots..burnin blocks.. This aint no f**kin rap. [verse 2] Everything was everything till my man got pinched He had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct Other than that, I went from enforcer to movin product, straight white Powder now, gettin it The hardest ni**a in the street My first car was a 190 benz with louie vaton seats Buyin out the bar at the rooftop I had a few spots One called the jukebox Where I was gettin like 50 a brick 2 or 3 bricks a day, makin mothaf**kas sick My cousin ron a crook from the brook was torchin Any niggas whisperin or talkin bout extortion Sh*t was goin right and only one better When I got my italian connect, hittin me with pure heroin Moved to 116th, started seein real dinero then Empire buildin, the sh*t was takin flight Had my b**ches cuttin up like 10 kis a night Mixin lactose, bonita, and quenii I was the first black ni**a with mafia ties Leased 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 sh*t is about rhymes... Youll find yourself under the f**kin 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 transformed Controllin manufacturin and distribution of heron Throughout the tri-state, high stakes I spent hundreds of thous out of paper bags You couldnt name a car I aint have Every minute new tags Seven series to the five-sixty drop ni**a I was givin away blocks ni**a Fast cars, fast money, slow deaths This things of ours Had me doin a hundred miles an hour Through the city evadin the feds Started this sh*t called the counsel and we all made a pledge Not to f**k each others b**ches Or touch each others riches On top or broke Never break this oath Every ni**a in the counsel was a boss We used to put coke on our dick and make b**ches suck it off It was alright till I got caught Charged with an eight-forty-eight Behind marion steel gates Niggas started shittin, actin bizarre Drivin my cars, f**kin my broads, breakin the laws Same niggas I took care of and got money wit was on some funny sh*t If I was different Id snitch What would you do if you got millions with niggas and they had no love For ya? Couldnt pay for ya lawyer I figured sh*t, why sit in a cell to rot? Ill be out in ten, start over again Throw those boys in the pot, but I couldnt do it You couldnt understand it of you aint been through it Theres rules to this sh*t and I couldnt break em Death before dishonor till I meet satan...i know hes waitin. God forgive me...youve never seen a ni**a 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, coc*ine and automobiles... The life...love it.