the mirror Checks out her ass in those True Religion jeans Shine on, shine on Shine on for me You gotta shine on Ain't nothing wrong with ya Shine on
be a funeral Bruno Magli's on the patio in blood O.J. style but I won't leave the glove Like ??? ??? Shyne/shine but I won't leave the club BROOKLYN
played y'all spades, y'all handle y'all cards But we ain't all odds, we just blaze, man Y'all playin' checkers in this game, this is chess, y'all pawns
And even that nigga ain't seein me My reflection have a hard time bein me So the tryna do me shit, It's time to dead it I'm what ya don't do, Even if
around me, C.R.E.A.M. It's a new year, dolla dolla bill y'all, yup! Get that money yup! Dolla dolla bill y'all, yup! Get that money yup! Dolla dolla bill
[Hook] It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know
the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play
't plus I don't be ridin right Smokin' lye.. no stash box for me to put the skit Two warrants, no license and I ain't got insurance yet I keep a hammer
bras On oeuvre dans l'ombre Ayant conscience de notre force La force du nombre C'est comme ca qu'on prime dans cette putain de societe parallele, On
gentlemen Introducing Lil'O Yo,You ready homie We 'bout to let the know how we do Y'all ain't ready. Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready [Verse 1 -
da click I grill with But wait a minute I'm a tell u da true ain't nam damn gold on nam damn tooth ain't nam nigga gone stop mi shine and nam bitch gone
why I shed light on the darker I come form Nigeria inspired to talk drum The soul proprietor on the globe from our sun I own it Now everybody on it My
all crossed Welcome to DC shout out Mambo Sauce On Billboard for weeks and more weeks to come DC's on the map so y'all better run DC is my city and I'
'm a pilgrim on Thanksgiving, and butcher your head This is a freestyle, cause it come from the top of my head Meanwhile there's a light shining, on top
ride We fuck them niggaz heads up, when this shit drop Cause y'all other niggaz, fucking up hip-hop I can't stop I won't stop, till I'm gone To all my
Bending corners in the Crentley, dripping paint on the streets I'm getting paid, everytime I put my pain on a beat Sitting on top of 22 inches, glassed up ain't
, can't nobody pay me [Hook - 2x] [Mussilini] Gotta feel me mama, I ain't trying to balla I ain't gotta follow, plus I'm on the hunt for the dolla
, just like Paul Wall Shining down South, brighter than all y'all When it's time to get your jewelry done who do y'all call Cause you fellas ain't shining