Shyne For the REcord(Fuck 50)
Where it at Where it at[repeat 3x][Verse 1]
Now do he rhyme with a slurr from the shots in his face or do He rhyme wit a slurr tryin' sound like mase Listen to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like Cake Maybe I'm juss trippin, maybe he juss snitchin See it a whole lot different from my cell in Clinton what I see is straight bird, straight girl Yea u be a killa,you kill the words
you gotta look at the facts and not the hype
Like who got shot and who got knifed
Who keep gettin struck, but don't neva strike
Hope the beef go away but the feds indict
I know ya card nigga, it's so clear
You juss wanna sell records you don't want warfare
You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
these niggaz would've died if they shot me nine times Hey it's juss for the record
Take this mob shit serious, please respect it[Hook]there go all shots that rip'em apart
watch as the blood come up outta his lungs
It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losin' their life
muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night
Pretty good witta slug with my heat held tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
Finish my work on this earth and then turn off the lights (verse 2]
You ain't kill Homa 'cause if you did
Why you ain't get the kid that ordered the hit
You know I know, that if you live
That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody
Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut
You a boxer nigga, nobody got shot
Nobody got crushed, you screamin what what
Okay killa you slut
Think about it, enough is enough
its time to show 'em who's who
And what is what
I mean how can I respect you
When them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you
(not 1 body)
You know where they are, where they perform
Bust yo gun, stop makin songs
Please no more ghetto quran
You got money now it's time to bomb
And that's juss from the time
