Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): J Smith, Jamal Barrow
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ShyneHere With Me Lyrics:
Hey! Yeah! po
For all my niggas locked under the cell this gangsta mash
All my niggas turn this shit up in Heaven
While niggas was alive it was hell
Gotta be Heaven after that, check it
P-O, nuthin' more to it
I'm Gully, what I really been through it
From the stoop to the Coupe and everythin' in between
Vicariously through me niggas live out they dreams
All the ones in the sky are up in the bing
I do it for them when I'm crackin' them rims
See me doin' donuts over pot holes
Bustin' off Roscoes like fuck it I'll buy a new set tomorrow
I'm the horror the system built
Suck liquor out my moms tits instead of milk
I'm society's filth, shit I feel no guilt
Welfare couldn't feed po, what the fuck I need more mo' mo' mo'
Catch me posted up in one pivot
By the looks of my arm and palm it's been a blizzard
Bitches wanna know who that nigga po?
When you think of me just think of Snow
All white hard white masterpiece all white it's alright
I could take you out the Nikes and put you in some things
Have you lookin' like somethin', diamond buttons
It's the predicate felon, million dollar rhetoric
Tellin', spittin' thesis from my corniches
Leaving niggas speechless, can't talk with a gun in your throat
Yeah I'm Loke, been around to much dope
All my life brain ain't never been right
Don't hear shit I ear shit, niggas lose sight
It's bigger than mic's, come fuck with the kid
OG's look at me like that's how I live
Niggas look from the sky like, yeah, I still live
Resurrected through the necklace or the gold-coated sig
Gangsta's never die as long as I'm alive
And when I go it's goin' be another po
For all my niggas who ain't here with me
You still here with me, everythin' that I do
When you see that watch blue it's for you
When you see that Coupe with no roof it's for you
For all my niggas who ain't here with me
You still here with me, everything that I do
Kid that I fried around the way was for you
This connect that I tied the other day was for you
Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and yellow rocks
It's the number one gunner pop-pa-pop-pop
Hard top, windows black, that's the way I gangsta mash
Comin' through bumpin' thriller like I'm really a killer
Who you know fuckin' with me? Them niggas is bitter
Know I hit you when it's burnin' and numb
Who you? Screw you just for burnin' your gums
Get it right, I'm him, y'all just rhymin'
Noise over beats y'all niggas hymen
Ma this shit is real, I'm buyin' jet fuel
And the cuts on my shit is princess blue
You fuck with the kid, you get princess too fa' sho'
What? Your boyfriend a rapper? This between me and you
And that's just how my niggas would want it
America's Most-Wanted, station name P-O, niggas know
For all my niggas who ain't here with me
You still here with me, everythin' that I do
When you see that watch blue it's for you
When you see that Coupe with no roof it's for you
For all my niggas who ain't here with me
You still here with me, everythin' that I do
Kid that I fried around the way was for you
Connect that I tied the other day was for you
All my niggas who ain't here with me
You still here with me, everythin' that I do
Bitch, I hit with the long dick was for you
Bong! bong! 8 times it's for you
All my niggas who ain't here with me
You still here with me, walk with me, talk with me
Let that sawed off shit bark off with me
What's up with my niggas? I'm with my niggas
Pus, pee, windy facilities, sauce, Neil
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