[Hook: Imogen Heap]
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two
[Hook: Shyne x4]
Dark shades, Eazy E
Gangland, East Side, real b's
[Verse 1: Shyne]
Rick Owens, Martin Margielas
You wack rappers is dead, call the pallbearer
This is our era, double R letters
On the front of that ghost, now who want it the most?
I'm smokin' Montecristos on 300 foot boats
Supreme and Pappy Mason taught me how to cook coke
My connect, he from Belize, he'll give you a good quote
We don't want no garbage, papi, we slittin' your full throat
I move that white girl, coke and Madonna
Make them fiends come back, blood I put that on my momma
Sometimes I can't sleep, nightmares
Thinkin' I'ma be the killer of my people but poverty is the evil
Poverty the reason that I go and slang that diesel
Leave you with no other choices, middle finger to the RICO
And corrupted politicians might as well go stick the needle
In the veins of a fiend, triple beam, nahmean?
With the blood clot, watch the blood talk
Shyne Po, son, miss me with that dumb talk
Ain't no cartoons, only sketches when the gun's drawn
Fred Hampton, Bunchy Carter when I let that pump off
Make the money pile, to the ceilin' please
Cowards fall back, and let the leader lead
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two
[Hook: Shyne x4]
Dark shades, Eazy E
Gangland, East Side, real b's
[Verse 1: Shyne]
Rick Owens, Martin Margielas
You wack rappers is dead, call the pallbearer
This is our era, double R letters
On the front of that ghost, now who want it the most?
I'm smokin' Montecristos on 300 foot boats
Supreme and Pappy Mason taught me how to cook coke
My connect, he from Belize, he'll give you a good quote
We don't want no garbage, papi, we slittin' your full throat
I move that white girl, coke and Madonna
Make them fiends come back, blood I put that on my momma
Sometimes I can't sleep, nightmares
Thinkin' I'ma be the killer of my people but poverty is the evil
Poverty the reason that I go and slang that diesel
Leave you with no other choices, middle finger to the RICO
And corrupted politicians might as well go stick the needle
In the veins of a fiend, triple beam, nahmean?
With the blood clot, watch the blood talk
Shyne Po, son, miss me with that dumb talk
Ain't no cartoons, only sketches when the gun's drawn
Fred Hampton, Bunchy Carter when I let that pump off
Make the money pile, to the ceilin' please
Cowards fall back, and let the leader lead
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