Its Ok Lyrics by Shyne

Its Ok Lyrics

    [shyne]
    Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
    Uh-huh, like that
    Geah, uhh

    Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec
    It's that motherfuckin nigga named shyne
    Nothin but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches
    It's that motherfuckin nigga named shyne

    What's my motherfuckin 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 bitches, i need the riches
    Scene switches, big bitches, to hide snitches
    Smile for the feds as they take pictures
    It's the young g speakin; leavin niggaz leakin
    Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit
    Y'all motherfuckers was counterfeit
    Eat a dick and choke, as i sniff coke
    Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit
    G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers 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 niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
    If you high right now as they play this in the club
    Lookin for somethin to fuck, 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 motherfucker's gates like every single day
    It's, the, rap, singer
    Slash, coke, crack, slinger
    Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats
    That try to pussy bootchie coochie, i'm in that
    Kingpin raps, i spit 'em, fed narc's, i dip 'em
    Bentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin
    My rhymes, my flow, i got all the symptoms
    Rinks and links and trips to harry winston
    Born sinner; think that model bitch 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, bitches is grinnin
    Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the pussy at
    So i can scheme the dope, get the pussy and float
    Big things, live from the empire state
    Where niggaz, 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 bitch, got a bitter taste
    Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face
    Guerilla pimpin indeed
    Shit i'm like a perm;
    Somethin every girl in the ghetto need

    [chorus] - 2x

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