Spend Some Cheese

[Shyne]

Geah.. new..

My niggaz frontin on pumpin and dumpin, leave 'em on the curb

Ridin on twinkies I'm (??) gun under my fur

Ma what you prefer?

His and hers (?) and villas, dope dealers and killers

who keep it real-a, chase paper fuck bitches they'll always be there

Burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare

Live for the moment, fuck atonement

Explain to God when you see him

(?)lease a bigger day, til your paper reach the ceiling

Niggaz, we only live once

and I don't know about y'all, but shit I'm on mine

like Don Trump, Black Ted Turner, totin burners

Open dope spots on every block

Jumpin in and out of cherry drops

as the plot thickens, watch glistens

Feds trail us, surveil us, tell us

not enough evidence (?) us

Teflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get gone

In the name of Brooklyn Vietnam

And all you fuckin rappers, for the last time

The last name ain't Junior, my name is Shyne

Now take a paternity test, there's no relation

I'm the fuckin king, nobody stands adjacent

[Chorus]

All I wanna do is get a brand new fifth

and a few ki's, spend some cheese

All I wanna do is see my homies stay fly

until we all day, and spend some cheese

All I wanna do is get this money washed

so I can lay back, and spend some cheese

Get right, live life, spend some cheese

G's ice, gun fights, spend some cheese

[Shyne]

Bandana wrap, under my fitted hat

I got mines stacked, nigga where yo' ticket at?

Floatin countin the two turbo's

Bitches I burned know Shyne Poe; Bad Boy - who's fuckin with that?

I done burnt down New York, ran through D.C.

And this rap shit here, ain't nothin to me

Got my murder game down for real

Gave lead showers to any coward who sold me flour

Poe's my power - these rappers frontin like they uncut raw

I'll be the first to tell ya, they talcum powder

Actin like I know them, I owe them

til I blow them, and leave they face in they fuckin scrotum

One change on the pike, under the moonlight

Headin nowhere fast, Desert in the airbags

Death's around the corner so I make detour slide to the Rucker

Firelli's burnin rubbers

Pull up in front, let my shit bump

Hop out, no respect for the cops

Got the glock out, lookin for a knockout

Somethin to put a seed in, nah nigga

Just somethin I can put some ki's in, come on

[Chorus]

[Shyne]

Nigga wait, push rhymes, push fives

push wigs back, push weight

Runnin narcotics in over twenty-one states

Thuggin and buggin I'll crack your fuckin chestplates

It's good old America the great, the land of the G

Home of the slave

Where corrupt politicans and black gangsters is made

Where you die at 25, shot up in your Merced's

Ridin on blades, livin for today

Fuck peace, bustin at the police

Young black and just don't give a fuck

You'd think it was the Olympics the way niggaz be sprintin

and jumpin when my (?) bust, pullin up in bigger trucks

like what? Hand on my nuts

White gold smile, high profile

Bitches love the style

How the fur's fittin, gangster slur spittin

For my niggaz in Lewisburg sittin

I got to get it like Sisqo

It's the Don-da-Don-Don-Don

Switch flows faster than cops can shoot a black

as them bricks keep turnin and them blocks keep burnin, c'mon

[Chorus 4X to fade]