I'm shinin all the time shinin all the time shinin all the time I keep His word in me So I'm shinin all the time shinin all the time shinin all the time
'm shinin all the time shinin all the time shinin all the time I keep His word in me So I'm shinin all the time shinin all the time shinin all the time
that the chain is so shinin That the shit on my wrist is just co-signin They don't search us they know we got the flames But they still let us slide
love for two Sharing a dream, sharing the warmth we had Where's the flame that kept us in motion Did it burn out as well Where's the flame, did you take
Mm mm), kissin' I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen While Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you boo" I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I do I
it kinda keeps my ass in line one little french kiss honey that's my kinda trash HONEY My brand new baby's lookin f-i-n-e FINE the sun is shinin
[Chorus:] Nigga I'm a stunt, yeah I'm a shine, Grind all the time with this money on my mind, Gun in my hand nigga roll extra clips 45 Mac 11's all chrome
the chrome and the silver how you love dat Too fresh to cool too shiny too foo' too sunny spend money That just what we do believe I'm shine believe I
on his bussines life to this game, flame of a spitting it [Chorus 2x] Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Bitch
young "? ". Show'em where it go, floatin on the floor, gettin more dough, grind hard go, black diamond show, watch the flame blow.And how you stay shinin
it, nigga. I spent a mill on my grill for real. 'Cause we be stuntin while we hustlin, nigga makin his meals. We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin
To the sky where the sun shine Theres no price on the tag That we cant buy Flyer than a pearl Cuter than some jewels Hot with a shades Flame on you Country
"Maybe, but baby I'm losing, and the only wave is goodbye"... 'Cos just when I'm starting to burn with desire, My blood's getting hot and the flames
how you like To Sun frozed Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops I saw the empire, set your liquid to fire Bim Blam set a flame
boom boom boom boom bang Man we the best never the less, you know we get it hot Fire flame flame, fire fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a really
in the air and watch brothers start plottin', Honeys start to stare. 'Cause game is money and money is game, And broke brothers make the 45 flame
or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001] His life's still breathing, dead but dreaming... and dark shines the stars
