Once upon a time, not ago When gangstas rocked waves dope and sniffed lo' There was a G by the name of Shyne Poe it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now
It's a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words For lack of a words Speculations on the guns, I underneath my furs in my voice, nigga, check the words
I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch from the cur and dippin' the narcs It's the Frank Matthews, the rap version my trap on my smack the gats burstin' That's certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back
Y'all got me up like My eagle and my sick doom bust right Like my is racin', muthafucka, don't you know I Make ya heart and ya body start shakin' Now you the bottom line of this rhyme crime Twenty-five to life plus
gonna do when shit hit the fan? Take it like a man or like a bitch Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the Pray to God, go or lay up in the morgue
Whatcha gonna do shit hit the fan? Take it a man or snitch like a bitch Whatcha do when shit hit the fan? Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the
Evil grin, dead eyes, walkin' wit a bock, way to describe my posture In this world of sin, I'm as wicked as they Moonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and I'm
Ain't enough money here, I ratha be in the Wit Corsicans where narcotics is the only Persian rocks and things the man made of snow par and every other form of raw
Since a team been handlin', been scramblin' Bettin' on money in gamblin' Desert in the abdomen, pissy stylin', staggerin' than you can imaginin'
Thoughts randomin', through my mind who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne Demented as a young'n, apple second Evil thoughts runnin' through my
Shyne Poe, the fuck you gon' tell 'em? All you niggas wanna be fly, my gun shots'll propel 'em Leavin' somewhere smellin', Closed caskets for you fuckin' bastards,
Whatcha gonna do when hit the fan? it like a man or snitch like a bitch Whatcha do when shit hit the fan? Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the
gonna do when shit hit the fan? Take it like a man or like a bitch Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue
Only the survive and weak niggas bleed And get found, wit they face down from the waist down I done been to hell and back and still in crack
Stare death in the and never blink Headshots rip through my Went to war wit the killas Killed over jealousy and envy
My heart's empty the wheel of my Bentley up, feelin' invincible 'Bout to over the world, I can't be stopped Not the or the fuckin' cops, not even seventeen shots
Can put a end to terror I'ma forever 'cause gangstas don't break We get plastic surgery and relocate to anotha state Or island, smilin', money pilin', Yo Puff, over done them fuckin'
This shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver Kill you then use corpse to transport horse Leave ya brains hangin' ya fuckin' car window Any nigga snitch and givin'
Since my motha stomach coke and Was the be prepared when we hit ya
Whatcha gonna do shit hit the fan? Take it a man or snitch like a bitch Whatcha gonna do shit hit the fan? Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the
Whatcha do when shit hit the fan? it like a man or snitch like a bitch Whatcha gonna do shit hit the fan? to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue
Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the Take it like a man or snitch a bitch