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Текст песни Shyne - Edge

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[Verse 1]Uh uh, Uh, UhAyo, mac 10s and fake friendsLawyers little game homicide 25 with the fucking nigga face `emBut I`m still trill, still holdinRollin gully until I`m froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluidVeins pumpin iceFirst some 15 keep that king pumping rightHard white, cold cashHold fast, fold fast, through the city so gasNo assStraight head bitch, I`m one a from the fedsFuck comma raps, same G and cannaAll I got in this world is my fifth dick and nanaGangsta mannerism lyrical vandalismNiggaz be burnin up their gums until the fucking hammers hit `emWho need help?Well until then I`ma take that mac off the shelfand hold the fucking street hostageBlowing smoke out my nostrilEvery breath is a step to a non-time in death[Hook 2X]I wanna know where to goNeed a place in my mind I can restCause this time is running out for my fleshDried up, sittin` in a chair fried up[Verse 2]You know me; I don`t need no introduction in thisBig gun, big dick, half of a meal on the wristSittin in my continental thinkin` about potential connectsI live in all, just pencil the bestParts of the live of a quintessential hustlerWhen I pull a slide backMotherfuckers be hoppin` their faces don`t get left openYou understand?Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin`Shyne Po, dough, stack, y`all Rap niggaz is trashI don`t give a fuck how much records you soldTryin` to be meKeep it real dog, you`ll die to be meYou wanna know how it feel, don`t you?To have a murder charge, took gun to the American Music AwardsAnd live life against starsDoing 170 screaming "FUCK THE WORLD" (gangsta get outta the car)[Hook 2X][Verse 3]Where the fuck them niggaz at? We gonna handle this beefTurn your mic off bitch; see me in the streetFuck peace `til I`m rest in the dried up flesh is finishI don`t know how to tell until I`m in the morgueDysfunctional, highly uncomfortable paranoidWithout the extra clip (bitch), try me I`ll puncture youHad niggaz waking up with wings in their backs, halos in their head like"Ayo I`m dead"Can a knight fucking princess Diana typeVane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, hand of iceThey said too much for the motor mind to comprehendWalk wit me, pause take a breathThings ain`t just the same for gangstasSleeping in diamond, it`s fucking up the game for gangstasWhile charges tryin to ring a gangstaThrough it all I maintain my gangsta[Hook until fade]

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