Songs of the SHYNE

Bad Boyz – Shyne

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Now tell me who want to fuck with us? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I bang – and let your fuckin brains hang, snitches Fuck Marla Maple

The Life – Shyne

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Nobody sells records but Shyne Po! My life had it’s ups and downs, but I don’t regret nothin’ I had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain’t

Spend Some Cheese – Shyne

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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

Whatcha Gonna Do? – Shyne

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When gangstas rock waves so dope and sniff lo’ There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe Puttin’ it down, cuttin’ it up and cookin’ it

Bonnie & Shyne – Shyne

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In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girl Just walkin’ uh – in ya chin chilla fur I was laid up – in the

Get Out – Shyne

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Yeah, yeah This ones for my Brooklyn playboys This ones for my L. A. playboys This ones for my Chi-town playboys ATL, down south NC, SC Where you

The Hit – Shyne

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Look at this nigga, stuntin in front of Justin’s, actin silly If it wasn’t cops all over, I’d smack him with this milli You hoe niggaz move a brick

Commission – Shyne

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From cuttin’ solid Purico to stack Fritos went from grams to kilos Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and C-notes game got my eyes wider than