The Life Lyrics by Shyne

The Life Lyrics

    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.

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