Shyne - It's OK - Shyne, Combs, Sean "Puffy" lyrics

[Shyne] Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh Uh-huh, like that Geah, uhh Ten bricks n***a in the air, hold tec It's that motherf**in n***a named Shyne Nothin but cum for these b**hes, love none for these b**hes It's that motherf**in n***a named Shyne What's my motherf**in name? Put a bullet in your brain Leave your shirt stained, guns and c**aine It's the best of a V&E I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me Heavenly indeed, measure me a key My moms was a virgin when she had me I rock flows, top O's, better yet, sell it wet Tape ki's to b**hes, I need the riches Scene switches, big b**hes, to hide snitches Smile for the feds as they take pictures It's the young G speakin; leavin n***az leakin Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit Y'all motherf**ers was counterfeit Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff coke Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the sh** G'z up, hoes down while you motherf**ers bounce to this [Chorus: Shyne] Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded Hit n***az in public and b**hes love it, it's ok If you high right now as they play this in the club lookin for somethin to f**, it's ok If you startin with her, it's ok If you snotty with him, it's ok [Shyne] With so much blocks in the N-Y-C to burn 'em all down is kinda hard for me But uhh, somehow, someway I keep takin over motherf**er's gates like every single day It's, the, rap, singer Slash, coke, crack, slinger Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats that try to p**y bootchie coochie, I'm in that Kingpin raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em Bentley and large rims spinnin, the sh** is sickenin My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms Rinks and links and trips to Harry Winston Born sinner; think that model b**h I'm with is slim? You chances of seein me are slimmer I was through with it, before y'all knew what to do with it Put my finger in the ground and turn the world around [Chorus] [Shyne] From hip-hop to them hot blocks It ain't never gon' stop; well maybe for three days but then I'll return, more blacks to burn for more yea Get them (??) sittin up on Broadway (geah) Livin the life, ridin on Twinkies Thirty inch rims spinnin, b**hes is grinnin Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the p**y at so I can scheme the dope, get the p**y and float Big things, live from the Empire State where n***az, live in fear of a 8-48 Don't owe my favors, j**elers deliberate Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure eight Gun in your mouth b**h, got a bitter taste Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face Guerilla pimpin indeed sh** I'm like a perm; somethin every girl in the ghetto need [Chorus - 2X]