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[Shyne] Uh huh<br>[Foxy Brown] Uh<br>[Shyne] Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That´s right)<br>[Foxy Brown] Yo yo... Live from the seven-one-eight y´all; Murder City<br>[Shyne] Lay down nigga (It´s the Ill Na Na)<br>Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y´all understand? (Let´s go)<br><br>[1st Verse (Shyne)]<br>Ride with me as I race through ya hood<br>Give me a fifth that´ll bang and a jury that´ll hang<br>Pants saggin´ in that Bentley wagon<br>Ayo that´s my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin´<br>Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit<br>Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit<br>Some´ bout watchin´ Montana come up outta Havana<br>And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer<br>Fuckin´ with the Cheddar Boys<br>Some hustler flip girls instead of boys<br>Keep filthy laweys, for when the FEDs annoy us<br>We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus<br>And the Street Lords and Truly Yours<br>Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust<br>Bleed for the streets love the war<br>My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw<br>Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz<br>Motor City to Brooklyn Veitnam<br>Nigga it´s on till my flesh is gone<br>And even then I live on in gangsta form<br><br>[Chorus]<br>What you know about that?<br>Macs and cash nigga how you love that?<br>What you know about that?<br>Doin´ it up livin´ it up, nigga what?<br>What you know about that?<br>The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is<br>What you know about that?<br>Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours<br><br>[2nd Verse (Foxy Brown)]<br>It´s the "Godfather Buried Alive"<br>Ayo Po it´s the Ill Na Na stuntin´ in 5.0<br>Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out<br>In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin´ off when the goons is out<br>Yall got a muthafuckin problem when my dude get out<br>Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guiness Stout<br>Thats my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside & Nostrond<br>In the butter scotch Rover<br>I´m ah bad gal style like I´m ´posta<br>Got his comrades in Clinton bustin´ nuts on my poster<br>Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up<br>Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up<br>I´m hot steppin in the pink staline seven<br>I´ma stunt till BIG tell me there´s a ghetto up in heaven<br>See through niggaz take they time like a man<br>We don´t snitch we don´t sing on the stand but y´all don´t hear me though..<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[3rd Verse (Shyne)]<br>Money, cars, guns, hoes<br>Sniff some blow and I´m good to go<br>Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated<br>Most hated nigga read the affidavit<br>Uh racing loud pipes<br>big fucking exhausts burning the turnpike<br>My game so tight I arouse dikes<br>You punk rappers should paying me publishing the way you write<br>And be sampling my life, every line in your rhyme<br>Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don´t blame ya<br>Who wouldn´t? Young nigga catching charges<br>Continental Ts parked in garages<br>Menages, odds is<br>I´m the best spittin´ it, nigga I´m gettin´ it<br>I admit it I was watching New Jack City<br>And fucking with ?Goodfellas? Uncle Paul got me dying to ball<br>Every thing I talk about I live it<br>All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it<br>I was designed to hold nines, and grind<br>Step out of line put you in that white line<br>Rearrange ya brain ain´t nothin change<br>You know the game jet planes and cocaine<br>And what I say might be held against me<br>I don´t wanna talk, I´m the hottest nigga in New York<br><br>[Chorus]<br>
New song lyrics
[Shyne] Uh huh<br>[Foxy Brown] Uh<br>[Shyne] Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That´s right)<br>[Foxy Brown] Yo yo... Live from the seven-one-eight y´all; Murder City<br>[Shyne] Lay down nigga (It´s the Ill Na Na)<br>Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y´all understand? (Let´s go)<br><br>[1st Verse (Shyne)]<br>Ride with me as I race through ya hood<br>Give me a fifth that´ll bang and a jury that´ll hang<br>Pants saggin´ in that Bentley wagon<br>Ayo that´s my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin´<br>Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit<br>Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit<br>Some´ bout watchin´ Montana come up outta Havana<br>And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer<br>Fuckin´ with the Cheddar Boys<br>Some hustler flip girls instead of boys<br>Keep filthy laweys, for when the FEDs annoy us<br>We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus<br>And the Street Lords and Truly Yours<br>Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust<br>Bleed for the streets love the war<br>My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw<br>Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz<br>Motor City to Brooklyn Veitnam<br>Nigga it´s on till my flesh is gone<br>And even then I live on in gangsta form<br><br>[Chorus]<br>What you know about that?<br>Macs and cash nigga how you love that?<br>What you know about that?<br>Doin´ it up livin´ it up, nigga what?<br>What you know about that?<br>The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is<br>What you know about that?<br>Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours<br><br>[2nd Verse (Foxy Brown)]<br>It´s the "Godfather Buried Alive"<br>Ayo Po it´s the Ill Na Na stuntin´ in 5.0<br>Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out<br>In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin´ off when the goons is out<br>Yall got a muthafuckin problem when my dude get out<br>Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guiness Stout<br>Thats my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside & Nostrond<br>In the butter scotch Rover<br>I´m ah bad gal style like I´m ´posta<br>Got his comrades in Clinton bustin´ nuts on my poster<br>Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up<br>Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up<br>I´m hot steppin in the pink staline seven<br>I´ma stunt till BIG tell me there´s a ghetto up in heaven<br>See through niggaz take they time like a man<br>We don´t snitch we don´t sing on the stand but y´all don´t hear me though..<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[3rd Verse (Shyne)]<br>Money, cars, guns, hoes<br>Sniff some blow and I´m good to go<br>Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated<br>Most hated nigga read the affidavit<br>Uh racing loud pipes<br>big fucking exhausts burning the turnpike<br>My game so tight I arouse dikes<br>You punk rappers should paying me publishing the way you write<br>And be sampling my life, every line in your rhyme<br>Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don´t blame ya<br>Who wouldn´t? Young nigga catching charges<br>Continental Ts parked in garages<br>Menages, odds is<br>I´m the best spittin´ it, nigga I´m gettin´ it<br>I admit it I was watching New Jack City<br>And fucking with ?Goodfellas? Uncle Paul got me dying to ball<br>Every thing I talk about I live it<br>All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it<br>I was designed to hold nines, and grind<br>Step out of line put you in that white line<br>Rearrange ya brain ain´t nothin change<br>You know the game jet planes and cocaine<br>And what I say might be held against me<br>I don´t wanna talk, I´m the hottest nigga in New York<br><br>[Chorus]<br>
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