Текст песни Shyne - For the Record, слова песни Shyne

Текст песни Shyne - For the Record

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Shyne( for the record )Pshhhh pshhhhUhh(repeat 3x)[Verse 1]Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his faceHe rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$eListened to his tape, this lil` nigga used to sound like cakeMaybe I`m juss killin, maybe he juss snitchinSee a whole lot different when my sales eclipedWhat I see is straight bug, straight thoroYea he be a killa, you kill wit bugsRather look at the facts not the hypeLike who got shot and who got knifedWho keep gettin struck, but don`t neva strikeHope the beef go away but the feds indictI know yo card nigga, it`s so clearYou juss wanna sell record you don`t want warfareYou don`t wanna ride you wanna get rich and hideThese niggaz would`ve died if they shot me nine timesHeyy it`s juss for the bestTake this mob shit seriouse, please respect it[Hook]And there go the shots stay rippin `em apartCuz it`s a blood comin outta his slumIt`s murdah bloody homicide is what they cryWhen they losin` their lifeWhen muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at nightPretty cold witta slug might heat me tightPray to god while I`m gone, is what underneath feels likeIt`s my work by the surf when they turn off the lights[Verse 2]You ain`t kill humma `cause if you didWhy you ain`t get the pen after all of that hitYou know I know, that if you liveThat shit that you spit, somebody got somebodySomebody got jumped, somebody got cutYoo pac`s a nigga, nobody got shotNobody got flushed, you screamin what whatOkay okay killa you`sa slutThink about it, enoughs enoughsI`m tryna show `em whoes whoAnd what is whatI mean how can I respect youWhen them niggaz that left you ain`t none of `em blessed you( not nobody )You know where they are, where they performBust yo gun, stop makin songsPlease no more ghetto quranYou got money now it`s time to bombAnd that`s juss fo the topTake this mob shit seriouse please respect itAnd there go the shots stay rippin `em apart(2x)Cuz it`s a blood comin outta his slum[Verse 3]Death of perfection as I move witout motionAin`t no nigga in his game doin the shit that I`m quotin`Take a good look `cause you`ll neva a see enought of meMight be sum otha g`s tryna trace n color meBut I believe in the ways of oldSlice these niggaz throat tryna tell on poThat shouldn`t excist, fuckin snitchCut of his dick, put it on his lipsYou really think I was gon` let you slideFuckin wit me you must be outcho mindYou really think jail was gon` make thinks rightnigga I will shoot you till you lose yo lifeI was mindin` my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout poI was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to goI ain`t lyin this is the mobYou got yo break come finish yo jobJuss don`t get the feds involvedAnd I`mma reunite you wit yo momsRipI guess this ain`t juss musicCuz jail only made me much mo` ruthless (nigga)And the bitch nigga knew thisThat`s why he tryed to sign me to g-unitTell `em how you made me offers( I don`t want that blood I`mma godfather)Jumped on every street cornerHurts yo heart that you don`t get that honorThe feds I paid fo that10 years up topI sell `em much shopBoth of ya was bloodTook the bus wit cuzWant gun fo gunI earned my lugYou, you juss patheticYou neva bg, bespite yo averageTake this mob shit serioue, you gon` respect itTha`s juss fo the record[Hook]And there go the shots stay rippin `em apartCuz it`s a blood comin outta his slumIt`s murdah bloody homicide is what they cryWhen they losin` their lifeWhen muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at nightPretty cold witta slug might heat me tightPray to god while I`m gone, is what underneath feels likeIt`s my work by the surf when they turn off the light

Shyne

For the Record

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