Shyne]

I just wanna move mad bricks

for all the days I never had shit

Now I'm young heartless and rich

Pistols and pussy, straight from the door

Brown paper bags full of blood money, need more

Too much ain't enough

High off dust, greed never endin

Catchin bodies I want Gotti was supposed to be

It's overwhelmin

Face smothered in cocaine, against all odds

Life is what you make it, well I made it

Leavin motherfuckers naked

I get excited watchin niggaz bleed helplessly

Put 'em out they misery, selflessly

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I got a thousand tecs

Takin niggaz with me when I got, fo'rilla

I'll probably be all pissu when I blow, fo'rilla

Adrenaline rushin blood bushin

It's nothin long as I'm bustin

All gangstas is dead, or in jail

except for me I posted bail, all hail



[Chorus 2X: Shyne]

Money be the root of all evil, calico desert eagles

Bitch I'm comin to see you, all you niggas gon' die

Motherfucker die



[Shyne]

Fast cars and plea bargains, pictchin niggaz wigs

Have they families donatin they fuckin organs

What you like, stress you up, press your luck

Better hope you hit seven or find yourself in heaven

Lost my conscience somewhere in between

watchin niggaz die and leavin the murder scene

Hot gun in my waist, stockin over my face

and I tell you niggaz this, I never miss, check it

My point of view is me or you

And I'ma burn anyway, what the fuck? Bust

seventeen shots up in your guts, truck blood drippin

Dead on arrival, leavin my rivals

lookin up at the clouds

The prodigal son, seein demons and devils

through the reflection, of my watch bezel

Embezzle, and racket, full metal, jackets

Poppin heat and, seekin, niggaz die internal bleedin

Hear mom screamin, bury Shyne

Cause when I come, motherfuckers all die



[Chorus] - 3X {*to fade