Let Me See Your Hands Lyrics by Shyne

Let Me See Your Hands Lyrics

    [shyne]
    Let's go
    Shyne, pro, bust pipes get right
    Bang, stop, roll head throw the dice
    White air force ones, monies in rubber bands
    America's number one dope man
    Racin through the city with uncle paul and diddy
    Hennesey frontin, lookin brock and gritty
    Tryin to meet somethin, so i can skeeet somethin
    Five with it, slide with it, p hit it, i hit it
    What's it all about? servin yea every day
    We roll, send a foe mix those and bulletholes
    Livin in vein, ice flowin through my veins
    I'm light in the change, 'til they put it in my brain
    Bulletproof sedans, rich bitches
    Throwin me kisses, takin my pictures
    License to kill, i ain't with a lot of talkin
    Try conversatin from the coffin

    [chorus 4x: shyne]
    All my niggaz wildin, let me see your hands (whoa-o-oh-ohh)
    All my bitches stylin, let me see your hands (whoa-o-oh-ohh)

    [shyne]
    Just tossed the bail so now i'm free
    Bout to get in the kitchen to cook a key
    Who you know that could double up like me?
    The hottest nigga up in n-y-c
    I'm that nigga comin through, doin what he does
    Rocks in his ears lookin like light bulbs
    Desert snubs, pierce your skull
    Criminal mindstate, i bring sale weight
    I just happen to rhyme great, pipelines and gates
    In fifty-nine states, raisin the rates
    Got my mind right, like al pacino and nino
    I head to capitol hill to kidnap janet reno
    Monster flow, words droppin and shockin
    Gun cockin and poppin, somebody call cochran
    Boats of coke at the port
    Import, export, have my bitches transport

    [chorus]

    [shyne]
    Get pussy in a bed full of dough, nose full of blow
    The feds is in town i gots to get low, uhh
    Pants saggin low, get at bitches like yo
    Hop in the truck bitch let's go
    No time to waste, nine in my waist, ready for war
    Anytime anyplace, fuck it just another case
    One life to live and i'ma live (??)
    Gettin mine, bottom line, we'll be cuttin dimes or rhymes
    Cold hearts, shootouts and fast cars
    'til i'm behind bars or in the graveyard
    Blast a foe for capital the master flow
    Is masterful y'all vaginal
    Bling'n hard, bracelets to the necklace
    Lookin like effect (?) the flow is infectious
    Pocket fills, multi-million dollars deal
    Flip more bricks than tetris, what you feel?

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    [chorus] {*fading to end*}

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