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Some information about Godfather Lyrics Title: Shyne - Godfather lyrics Artist: Shyne Album: Godfather Buried Alive Visitors: 5 visitors have visited Godfather Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Uh huhUh huhBrooklyn Vietnam What youUh yeahUhCome on Oh nobig Shyne Po Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don t jam bang bang I m tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing My minds poisonedcorrupted and diseased 360 ki s Money make the world spin I make your chest smoke Have your mother singing hymms Particles of your brains up on your tims Kiss you before I twist you 170 miles Headed for disaster faster I put it down right Bustin off these rounds like Real niggaz is kings You ain t rockin that crown right Harder more PK watches Toplessbitches in cars Only meals could heal my scars [Chorus] Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna mash like medash like me [Repeat] Allegations got me pacin Grand jury wouldn t understand my fury For fast cars and jewelry I could give a fuck if there s a heaven for a G This is heaven for me Go to trial never plea Do a bullet and come home to the throne I don t rhymeI just talk about this life that s mine I ve seen niggaz diein front of my eyes Doin my filth Niggaz is expiring like milk Different strokes for different folks Just give medifferent coke in different boats Black Aristotle Onassis All I see is crack addicts and automatics You rap niggaz is faggots Y all cannot be serious I m in coupes with gucci interiors Airin out your areas Tech ninestwo in the flex and shit Lookin at myself like YoI m the best in this [Chorus x2] Sometimes I really wonder What s it all about? How many bitches can I fuck until I get out How many ki s can I cutguns can I bust Wigs can I pushspots can I juck Every single onecuz I m a fuckin savage Til I m crematedmost hatedself made Blood type G All these young hustlers wanna bubble like me They supposed to Sippin on syrupuntil I perish Pickin bitches off the run-way Look forward togun-play Go to sleep with one eye shut Wake up and do the same shit I ain t never gonna change bitch And that s the cycle I don t wanna be like Michael More like Darrell Porter Gettin shipments at the border Yeahit s a wrappity wrap [Chorus x4] Hottest songs from Shyne : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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