Spend Some Cheese-shyne

Album by: Shyne Artist by: Shyne [shyne] Geah.. new.. My niggaz frontin on pumpin and dumpin, leave em on the curb Ridin on twinkies Im (? ? ) gun under my fur Ma what you prefer? His and hers (? ) and villas, d**e dealers and killers Who keep it real-a, chase paper f**k b**ches theyll always be there Burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare Live for the moment, f**k atonement Explain to God when you see him (? )lease a bigger day, til your paper reach the ceiling Niggaz, we only live once And I dont know about yall, but sh*t Im on mine Like don trump, black ted turner, totin burners Open d**e spots on every block Jumpin in and out of cherry drops As the plot thickens, watch glistens Feds trail us, surveil us, tell us Not enough evidence (? ) us Teflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get gone In the name of brooklyn vietnam And all you f**kin rappers, for the last time The last name aint junior, my name is shyne Now take a paternity test, theres no relation Im the f**kin king, nobody stands adjacent [chorus] All I wanna do is get a brand new fifth And a few kis, spend some cheese All I wanna do is see my homies stay fly Until we all day, and spend some cheese All I wanna do is get this money washed So I can lay back, and spend some cheese Get right, live life, spend some cheese Gs ice, gun fights, spend some cheese [shyne] Bandana wrap, under my fitted hat I got mines stacked, ni**a where yo ticket at? Floatin countin the two turbos B**ches I burned know shyne poe; bad boy - whos f**kin with that? I done burnt down new york, ran through d.c. And this rap sh*t here, aint nothin to me Got my murder game down for real Gave lead showers to any coward who sold me flour Poes my power - these rappers frontin like they uncut raw Ill be the first to tell ya, they talcum powder Actin like I know them, I owe them Til I blow them, and leave they face in they f**kin scrotum One change on the pike, under the moonlight Headin nowhere fast, desert in the airbags Deaths around the corner so I make detour slide to the rucker Firellis burnin rubbers Pull up in front, let my sh*t bump Hop out, no respect for the cops Got the glock out, lookin for a knockout Somethin to put a seed in, nah ni**a Just somethin I can put some kis in, come on [chorus] [shyne] Ni**a wait, push rhymes, push fives Push wigs back, push weight Runnin narcotics in over twenty-one states Thuggin and buggin Ill crack your f**kin chestplates Its good old america the great, the land of the g Home of the slave Where corrupt politicans and black gangsters is made Where you die at 25, shot up in your merceds Ridin on blades, livin for today F**k peace, bustin at the police Young black and just dont give a f**k Youd think it was the olympics the way niggaz be sprintin And jumpin when my (? ) bust, pullin up in bigger trucks Like what? hand on my nuts White gold smile, high profile B**ches love the style How the furs fittin, gangster slur spittin For my niggaz in lewisburg sittin I got to get it like sisqo Its the don-da-don-don-don Switch flows faster than cops can shoot a black As them bricks keep turnin and them blocks keep burnin, cmon [chorus 4x to fade]