[Shyne]
  Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
  Uh-huh, like that
  Geah, uhh
    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
    [Chorus: Shyne]
  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 hard 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
    [Shyne]
  With so much blocks in the N-Y-C
  to burn 'em all down is kinda hard for me
  But uhh, somehow, someway
  I keep takin over motherfucker's gates like every single day
  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?
  You 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
    [Chorus]
    [Shyne]
  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 (??) sittin up on Broadway (geah)
  Livin the life, ridin on Twinkies
  Thirty 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 - uhh, bitter face
  Guerilla pimpin indeed
  Shit I'm like a perm;
  somethin every girl in the ghetto need
    [Chorus -2x]