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Uh uh, for the niggas in black vigors |
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Behind the wheel drinkin liquors |
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Everybody wanna shine |
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For the niggas rockin tims, fuck cars and rims |
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Yo, everybody wanna shine |
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Yo, my dimensions, possessed, lucci, bitches, cess |
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Lessons, computers, whips, and bulletproof vests |
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I can't be done, me and screwface one on one |
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I drink wit bums in the slums where i shoot my guns |
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Enforce ones, up north in the ac, throw a strap |
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I got niggas down south, holdin nines in cadillacs |
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Lettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the disco |
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I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal |
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Cream like joe pisco', i fuck your bitch yo |
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Right through her piss hole |
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Long dick like a missle |
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Split the black dutch, while the bracelet on my wrist glow |
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Cough if i spit mo', sold my lex, cop the benzo |
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My niggas come outta sing-seng buff like lou ferrigno |
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The rhyme sayer, quicker ruger nine sprayer |
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Rich lifestyle like a young nba player |
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And i'm tied to the mob like that gun, called tommy |
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Shoot through your armani, shoot at guiliani |
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Shoot at illuminati, fuck everbody, it's the darkman |
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(understand that right there) |
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Chorus |
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For the niggas in black vigors, behind the wheel drinkin liquors |
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Everbody wanna shine |
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For the niggas is rockin tims, fuck cars and rims |
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Yo, everybody wanna shine |
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For the niggas that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds |
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Everybody wanna shine |
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For the niggas in lexus cruisers wit cocked back rugers |
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Yo, everybody wanna shine |
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[la the darkman] |
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Yo, you wanna be me |
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Sometimes i'm on the block, sometimes i'm on the tv |
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My crew's greedy, like boom boom mancini |
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La's song buy weedy, swahili, ?sadeeky? |
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Professional, hold my toast by my testicals |
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I used to peddle, but three times two equal the devil |
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Blinded by the ice, and the savage way of life |
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To no vale, niggas get money in small scales |
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Start smokin, like they don't know crack kills |
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A freak nigga, got turned down by a female |
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Didn't know he sucked death, when he just inhale |
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I rap life, cocaine, niggas wit no brain |
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Sellin crack for fifteen years wit no game |
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That's a damn shame, check the result of bein broke |
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Havin no whip, no lab, no money for smoke |
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He stressed out, really not knowin what life's about |
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Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels |
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Chorus |
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[la the darkman] |
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Yo, yo, dunn i'm felt |
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Gun in my waist, tight belt |
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New york streets hot, the bottom of my wallees melt |
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I need wealth, puffin my lah by myself |
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Blessed, wit food clothes and health |
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And big whips, shorties say i got a big dick |
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My first video, i rock twenty outfits |
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The benz 6, got me wanna flip ten bricks |
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Vcr headrest watchin scarface flicks |
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I politic, wit ex cons, old cats, drug dons |
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Niggas that's known to take a arm for a arm |
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I move calm as a lion of juddah, black garbudda |
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Silent as a basehead, suckin on his hooter |
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Cuz cash rules, that's why i study new jewels |
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And keep tools, to create blood pools |
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For new crews, rappers, on my territory |
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I cock back the fifth, and make em his-tory |
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Remember him, the kid wit the big jesus em-blem |
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Threw shells from the toast, had his bones tremblin |
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Nigga, i'm the cat y'all be talkin about dunn |
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Chorus |
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Cuz i shine nigga, shine on nigga (what) |
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Straight shine nigga, nawmean, word up |
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The sun gon burn out (stay shinin, and stay spicy) |
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I'mma shine till the sun burn out |
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Straight up, word, the embassy, my family |
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The embassy, my family, yeah |
