It's a new day in the rap Nobody sells but Shyne Po
My life had ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin' I had the whole tri-state high, nigga, I ain't At Fifteen I my first bag of dope to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat Gettin' like 15 grams, a a Ki At Fifteen man, a just glad to be Gettin' some shorts, me and my man from a and fifth He knew some niggas that wanted a clique
To hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the Throw 'em out windows if they late with the bread Basically I'm enforcin' heavy coke When nobody's I'd be dippin' in the portion They wasn't it, so I got my hustle on the side, flippin' it Sellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started But I always knew I'd a big apple into cider
Niggas, niggas, ain't built like me up, niggas, since 15 I been fiends and loadin' magazines shots, burnin' blocks This ain't no rap
Everything was 'til my man got pinched He had a with the cops in front of the precinct Other than that, I from enforcer to movin' product Straight white now, gettin' it The nigga in the street My first car was a 190 with Louie Vaton seats
out the bar at the rooftop I had a few spots, one called the Where I was gettin' like 50 a 2 or 3 bricks a day, mothafuckas sick My cousin Ron a crook from the was torchin' Any niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout Shit was goin' right and only one
When I got my Italian connect, hittin' me pure Heroin Moved to 116th, seein' real dinero then buildin', the shit was takin' flight Had my bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a Mixin' lactose, Bonita, and I was the first nigga with mafia ties my soul to the Devil with the option to buy
Yo, bangin' for is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat We this money You think this shit is rhymes You'll find under the fuckin' ground you know? We get low the Feds is in town, this is justice We playin' the pop and still lettin' them things pop off
At 21 I was a legend, had the game Controllin' manufacturin' and distribution of the tri-state, high stakes I spent Hundreds of Thou's out of paper You couldn't name a car I ain't have, minute new tags Seven series to the drop, nigga I was givin' away blocks, Fast cars, fast money, slow deaths, this of ours
Had me doin' a miles an hour Through the city evadin' the Started this shit called the counsel and we all a pledge Not to fuck each others bitches or touch others riches On top or broke, never this oath Every in the counsel was a boss We used to put coke on our dick and make bitches it off
It was alright 'til I got caught, charged with an Marion steel gates Niggas shittin', actin' bizarre Drivin' my cars, my broads, breakin' the laws niggas I took care of and got money wit' Was on some shit, if I was different I'd snitch
What you do if you got Millions with niggas And they had no love for ya? pay for ya lawyer I figured shit, why sit in a cell to I'll be out in Ten, start again Throw boys in the pot, but I couldn't do it You understand it of you ain't been through it There's rules to shit and I couldn't break 'em Death before dishonor 'til I meet Satan, I know he's
God forgive me, you've never seen a like me in your life I'm these lil' niggas rap about me they talkin' 'bout in they rhymes I did that time, I that dime Shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and The life, it