Shyne
Niggas Gonna Die
[Shyne]
I just wanna move mad bricks
For all the days I never had sh*t
Now I'm young heartless and rich
Pistols and pu**y, straight from the door
Brown paper bags full of blood money, need more
Too much ain't enough
High off dust, greed never ending
Catching bodies I'm what Gotti was supposed to be
It's overwhelming
Face smothered in cocaine, against all odds
Life is what you make it, well I made it
Leavin motherf**kers naked
I get excited watchin n***as bleed helplessly
Put 'em out they misery, selflessly
A coward dies a thousand deaths
I got a thousand Tecs
Takin' n***as with me when I go, fo'rilla
I'll probably be all p*ssy when I blow, fo'rilla
Adrenaline rushing, blood bushing
It's nothing long as I'm busting
All gangstas is dead, or in jail
Except for me I posted bail, all hail

[Hook 2X: Shyne]
Money be the root of all evil, calico desert eagles
B*t*h I'm coming to see you, all you n***as gonna die
Motherf**ker die
[Shyne]
Fast cars and plea bargains, pictching n***as wigs
Have they families donating' they f**king organs
What you like, stress you up, press your luck
Better hope you hit seven or find yourself in heaven
Lost my conscience somewhere in between
Watching n***as die and leaving the murder scene
Hot gun in my waist, stocking over my face
And I tell you n***as this, I never miss, check it
My point of view is me or you
And I'mma burn anyway, what the f**k? Bust
17 shots up in your guts, truck blood drippin
Dead on arrival, leaving my rivals
Looking up at the clouds
The prodigal son, seeing demons and devils
Through the reflection, of my watch bezel
Embezzle, and racket, full metal, jackets
Popping heat and, seeking, n***as die internal bleeding
Hear mom screaming, bury Shyne
Cause when I come, motherf**kers all die

[Hook] - 3X {*to fade*}