It's Ok

Shyne
Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, like that
Geah, uhh

Ten bricks nigg* in the air, hold tec
It's that motherfkin nigg* named Shyne
Nothin but c*m for these girls, love none for these girls
It's that motherfkin nigg* named Shyne

What's my motherfkin name? Put a bullet in your brain
Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine
It's the best of a V&E
I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me
Heavenly indeed, measure me a key
My moms was a virgin when she had me
I rock flows, top O's, better yet, sell it wet
Tape ki's to girls, I need the riches
Scene switches, big girls, to hide snitches
Smile for the feds as they take pictures
It's the young G speakin; leavin leakin
Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit
Y'all motherfkers was counterfeit
Eat a d*ck and choke, as I sniff coke
Shyne pro, watch how you pr*nounce the s**t
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfkers bounce to this

Chorus: Shyne
Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron
Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded
Hit in public and girls love it, it's ok
If you high right now as they play this in the club
lookin for somethin to fk, it's ok
If you startin with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, it's ok

Shyne
With so much blocks in the N-Y-C
to burn 'em all down is kinda hard for me
But uhh, somehow, someway
I keep takin over motherfker's gates like every single day
It's, the, rap, singer
Slash, coke, crack, slinger
Sling crack sling smack sling d*ck to dingbats
that try to p*ssy bootchie coochie, I'm in that
Kingpin raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and large rims spinnin, the s**t is sickenin
My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms
Rinks and links and trips to Harry Winston
Born sinner; think that model b*tch I'm with is slim?
You chances of seein me are slimmer
I was through with it, before y'all knew what to do with it
Put my finger in the ground and turn the world around

Chorus

Shyne
From hip-hop to them hot blocks
It ain't never gon' stop; well maybe for three days
but then I'll return, more blacks to burn for more yea
Get them (??) sittin up on Broadway (geah)
Livin the life, ridin on Twinkies
Thirty inch rims spinnin, girls is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the p*ssy at
so I can scheme the dope, get the p*ssy and float
Big things, live from the Empire State
where , live in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, jewelers deliberate
Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure eight
Gun in your mouth b*tch, got a bitter taste
Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face
Guerilla pimpin indeed
s**t I'm like a perm;
somethin every girl in the ghetto need

Chorus - 2X