It's OK

Geah, uh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, like that
Geah, uh

Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold TEC
It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne
Nothin but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches
It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne

What's my motherfuckin' name? Put a bullet in your brain
Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine
It's the best of a V&E
I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein' me
Heavenly indeed, measure me a key
My moms was a virgin when she had me
I rock flows, top O's, better yet, sell it wet
Tape ki's to bitches, I need the riches

Scene switches, big bitches, to hide snitches
Smile for the feds as they take pictures
It's the young G speakin', leavin' niggaz leakin'
Shots repeatin', around the clip somethin' bound to hit
Y'all motherfuckers was counterfeit
Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff coke
Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Before your dog, you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
Take the stand you're lyin', it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch, flooded
Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
If you high right now as they play this in the club
Lookin' for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
If you startin' with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, it's ok

With so much blocks in the N-Y-C
To burn 'em all down is kinda hard for me
But uh, somehow, someway
I keep takin' over motherfucker's gates like every single day (uh)
It's the rap singer, slash coke crack slinger
Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats
That try to pussy bootchie coochie, I'm in that

Kingpin raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and large rims spinnin', the shit is sickenin'
My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms
Rinks and links and trips to Harry Winston
Born sinner, think that model bitch I'm with is slim?
Your chances of seein' me are slimmer
I was through with it, before y'all knew what to do with it
Put my finger in the ground and turn the world around

Before your dog, you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
Take the stand you're lyin', it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch, flooded
Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
If you high right now as they play this in the club
Lookin' for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
If you startin' with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, it's ok

From hip-hop to them hot blocks
It ain't never gon' stop, well maybe for three days
But then I'll return, more blacks to burn for more, yea
Get them hoe, yea, sittin' up on Broadway (geah)
Livin' the life, ridin' on Twinkies
30-inch rims spinnin', bitches is grinnin'
Roscoe on my left, wonderin' where the pussy at
So I can scheme the dope, get the pussy and float

Big things, live from the Empire State
Where niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, jewelers deliberate
Shops have me spinnin' like you was doin' a figure eight
Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter taste
Push up hard on the arms, uh, bitter face
Guerilla pimpin' indeed, shit, I'm like a perm'
Somethin' every girl in the ghetto need

Before your dog, you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
Take the stand you're lyin', it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch, flooded
Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
If you high right now as they play this in the club (yea, c'mon)
Lookin' for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
If you startin' with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, it's ok

Before your dog, you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
Take the stand you're lyin', it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch, flooded
Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
If you high right now as they play this in the club
Lookin' for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
If you startin' with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, it's ok



Credits
Writer(s): Jamaal Barrow, Matthew Thomas Arthur Seligman, Jalil Hutchins, Thomas Dolby, John Rivas, Vanderpool
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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