Burn so crooked (Crooked) The poet likes to spit (Spit) Kareem, that's my dog Life behind the walls Nigga, life behind the walls Yeah, welcome to Oz,
mo' ruthless And the bitch nigga knew this that's why he tryed to sign me to G-unit Tell 'em how you made me offers I don't run with that blood I'm a godfather
keep shit in perspective Dumbs out, guns out 'til my time runs out Capitalistic drivin' force, got no remorse But I feel shit catchin' up, time wrappin' up Shyne
Uh huh, uh huh, Brooklyn, Vietnam What you, uh, yeah, uh, come on Oh no, big Shyne Po Back in the motherfuckin' heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don
[Shyne] Yeah, yeah This ones for my Brooklyn playboys This ones for my L.A. playboys This ones for my Chi-town playboys ATL, down south NC, SC Where you
Shit, sometimes man, be contemplating Yo, living in hell, die, might be better Walk through the shadow of death, my out pissing Rebel, laughing at the
Catch me in the Trump Tower with a honey and powder I feel the shadows death is comin' to an end My lifes slippin' from me, ya'll niggaz is funny Tell me shyne
Gyeah, gyeah, walk with me, come on Gyeah, it's like New York's been soft Ever since my nigga, Shyne, been sittin' in prison Yeah, check it Sip things
Swizz, Po Respect our gangsta, nigga Lay down What you know 'bout rollin' out? Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck Po live it up
Hey! Yeah! po For all my niggas locked under the cell this gangsta mash All my niggas turn this shit up in Heaven While niggas was alive it was hell Gotta
Yeah Shyne Gangland Huh, Murder Inc Alright Turn the beat up I seek you Okay I see ya Ma in ya thousand dollar weave, masterpiece Diamond face on ya
What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours It's the "Godfather
quintessential hustler When I pull a slide back Motherfuckers be hoppin' their faces don't get left open You understand? Shirt soaking, brain smokin' left in the ocean floatin' Shyne
Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on Oh no, big Shyne Po Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don
Tulkojums: Shyne. Krusttēvs.
[Shyne] Rhyme through the city on dubs and vodes Trunk full of cash, gangsta roll Kurupt and Nate, from the empire state It's the nigga Shyne Po, hold
keep shit in perspective Dumbs out, guns out til my time runs out Capitalistic driving force got no remorse But I feel shit catching up Time wrappin' up Shyne
bitch nigga knew this That's why he tryed to sign me to g-unit Tell 'em how you made me offers (I don't want that blood I'mma godfather) Jumped on every
