Chorus) Are you gonna shine? Let the world know who you are You were meant to get this far So close your eyes and dream oh oh Are you gonna shine? Tell
and all Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?) Cause I got hit the last time I left mom at home My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil I'm the shells
like the terrorist to me How can you kill and call it liberty Tax dollars for gun fodder Empty shells that were used to kill No honor heavenly father No honor shine
some slippery shit. You's a dirty nigga with sifilis in your dick! I catch you I'm a wash you up, line you spit shine you Leave you right there in the
a jooks, leave the shines on 'em; Now you can watch me! - Nigga like the police watch me! I move proper! - Go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me! That
Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry! I keep blowin up! (Oh!!) They call me the cake man The strawberry shake man I spray the AR Make your whole click breakdance Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then 9 shells
1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there ain't a shell left
'll niggas know what I'm about) Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out [Verse 1] I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine
who you get, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD [Verse] Niggaz wanna shine
put four, QB rugged and raw I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it Shine don't scheme
time [Chorus - repeat 2X] [50 Cent] It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades Ski mask to get paid, new shells
pump in the trunk, nigga biting a lot One buck shot clear the whole block Had this bitch taped off make it so hot Nigga with a 12 gauge I'm a sure shot Call it shell
the trunk, n-gga biting a lot One buck shot clear the whole block Had this bitch taped off make it so hot N-gga with a 12 gauge I'm a sure shot Call it shell
To ?Em) Know they kickin down your door just waving their four-four Ain?t thinking about the law Only thing on they mind, is a little bit of shine And
: Time to get up She shines her light where just before There was only A cold wind blowing She understands what makes me smile And lets me know that
rend you, terribly Stitch from stitch 'til all Your linen limbs will fall Lazy lady had a baby girl And a sweet it made Raised on pradies, peanut shells