It's a new day in the rap game!

Nobody sells records but Shyne Po!



[Verse 1]

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 frontin'

at Fifteen I sold my first bag of dope

used to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat

gettin' like 15 grams, a half a Ki

at Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to be

gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth

he knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique

to hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the head

throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread

basically I'm enforcin'

around heavy coke, when nobody's lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portion

they wasn't missin' it

so I got my hustle on the side, flippin' it

sellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor

but I always knew I'd turn a big apple into cider.



Niggas...niggas just ain't built like me...

stand up niggas...since 15

I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines...

takin' shots..burnin' blocks..

this ain't no fuckin' rap.



[Verse 2]

Everything was everything 'till my Man got pinched

he had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct

other than that, I went from enforcer to movin' product, straight white

powder now, gettin' it

the hardest nigga in the street

my first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seats

buyin' out the bar at the rooftop

I had a few spots

one called the jukebox

where I was gettin' like 50 a brick

2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas sick

my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin'

any niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortion

shit was goin' right and only one better

when I got my Italian connect, hittin' me with pure Heroin

moved to 116th, started seein' real dinero then

empire buildin', the shit was takin' flight

had my bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night

mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii

I was the first Black nigga with mafia ties

leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy.



Yo..bangin' for real..

niggas is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat..

we washin' this money...

you think this shit is about rhymes...

you'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground...you know?..

we get low when the Feds is in town..

this is justice..

we playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them things pop off...



[Verse 3]

At 21 I was a legend, had the game transformed

controllin' manufacturin' and distribution of Heron

throughout the tri-state, high stakes

I spent Hundreds of Thou's out of paper bags

you couldn't name a car I ain't have

every minute new tags

Seven series to the Five-Sixty drop nigga

I was givin' away blocks nigga

fast cars, fast money, slow deaths

this things of ours

had me doin' a hundred miles an hour

through the City evadin' the Feds

started this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge

not to fuck each others bitches

or touch each others riches

on top or broke

never break this oath

every nigga in the counsel was a boss

we used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off

it was alright 'till I got caught

charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight

behind Marion steel gates

niggas started shittin', actin' bizarre

drivin' my cars, fuckin' my broads, breakin' the laws

same niggas I took care of and got money wit' was on some funny shit

if I was different I'd snitch

what would you do if you got Millions with niggas and they had no love

for ya?

couldn't pay for ya lawyer

I figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot?

I'll be out in Ten, start over again

throw those boys in the pot, but I couldn't do it

you couldn't understand it of you ain't been through it

there's rules to this shit and I couldn't break 'em

death before dishonor 'till I meet Satan...I know he's waitin'.



God forgive me...you've never seen a nigga like me in your life...

I'm what these lil' niggas rap about...

thats me they talkin' 'bout in they rhymes...

I did that time...I flipped that dime...

shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles...

The Life...love it