Shyne
Spend Some Cheese
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[Shyne]
Geah.. new..
My niggaz frontin on pumpin and dumpin, leave 'em on the curb
Ridin on twinkies I'm (??) gun under my fur
Ma what you prefer?
His and hers (?) and villas, dope dealers and killers
who keep it real-a, chase paper fuck bitches they'll always be there
Burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare
Live for the moment, fuck atonement
Explain to God when you see him
(?)lease a bigger day, til your paper reach the ceiling
Niggaz, we only live once
and I don't know about y'all, but shit I'm on mine
like Don Trump, Black Ted Turner, totin burners
Open dope spots on every block
Jumpin in and out of cherry drops
as the plot thickens, watch glistens
Feds trail us, surveil us, tell us
not enough evidence (?) us
Teflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get gone
In the name of Brooklyn Vietnam
And all you fuckin rappers, for the last time
The last name ain't Junior, my name is Shyne
Now take a paternity test, there's no relation
I'm the fuckin king, nobody stands adjacent
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is get a brand new fifth
and a few ki's, spend some cheese
All I wanna do is see my homies stay fly
until we all day, and spend some cheese
All I wanna do is get this money washed
so I can lay back, and spend some cheese
Get right, live life, spend some cheese
G's ice, gun fights, spend some cheese
[Shyne]
Bandana wrap, under my fitted hat
I got mines stacked, nigga where yo' ticket at?
Floatin countin the two turbo's
Bitches I burned know Shyne Poe; Bad Boy - who's fuckin with that?
I done burnt down New York, ran through D.C.
And this rap shit here, ain't nothin to me
Got my murder game down for real
Geah.. new..
My niggaz frontin on pumpin and dumpin, leave 'em on the curb
Ridin on twinkies I'm (??) gun under my fur
Ma what you prefer?
His and hers (?) and villas, dope dealers and killers
who keep it real-a, chase paper fuck bitches they'll always be there
Burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare
Live for the moment, fuck atonement
Explain to God when you see him
(?)lease a bigger day, til your paper reach the ceiling
Niggaz, we only live once
and I don't know about y'all, but shit I'm on mine
like Don Trump, Black Ted Turner, totin burners
Open dope spots on every block
Jumpin in and out of cherry drops
as the plot thickens, watch glistens
Feds trail us, surveil us, tell us
not enough evidence (?) us
Teflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get gone
In the name of Brooklyn Vietnam
And all you fuckin rappers, for the last time
The last name ain't Junior, my name is Shyne
Now take a paternity test, there's no relation
I'm the fuckin king, nobody stands adjacent
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is get a brand new fifth
and a few ki's, spend some cheese
All I wanna do is see my homies stay fly
until we all day, and spend some cheese
All I wanna do is get this money washed
so I can lay back, and spend some cheese
Get right, live life, spend some cheese
G's ice, gun fights, spend some cheese
[Shyne]
Bandana wrap, under my fitted hat
I got mines stacked, nigga where yo' ticket at?
Floatin countin the two turbo's
Bitches I burned know Shyne Poe; Bad Boy - who's fuckin with that?
I done burnt down New York, ran through D.C.
And this rap shit here, ain't nothin to me
Got my murder game down for real
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