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For the Record - Shyne
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For the Record Shyne

For the Record - Shyne
[Intro]
Where he at, where he at?
Uhh
Where he at, where he at?
Uh-huh
Where he at, where he at?

[Verse 1]
Do he rhyme with a slur from some shots in his face
Or he rhyme with a slur tryna sound like Ma$e
Listen to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like Case
Maybe I'm just trippin', maybe he just snitchin'
See it a whole lot different from my cell in Clinton
What I see is straight bird, straight girl
Yea, you be a killa, if you could kill with words
Gotta look at the facts and not the hype
Like who got shot and who got knifed
Who keep gettin' struck, but don't never strike
Hope the beef go away when the feds indict
I know yo' card, nigga, it's so clear
You just wanna sell records you don't want warfare
You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
These niggas would've died if they shot me nine times
Hey, it's just for the record
Take this mob shit serious, please respect it
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