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Shyne Its Ok Here are the song lyrics for Its Ok by Shyne. For more excellent Shyne lyrics, run a search! [shyne] Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh Uh-huh, like that Geah, uhh Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec Its that motherfuckin nigga named shyne Nothin but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches Its that motherfuckin nigga named shyne Whats my motherfuckin name? put a bullet in your brain Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine Its the best of a v&e Im like homes in charlies angels, yall never seein me Heavenly indeed, measure me a key My moms was a virgin when she had me I rock flows, top os, better yet, sell it wet Tape kis to bitches, I need the riches Scene switches, big bitches, to hide snitches Smile for the feds as they take pictures Its the young g speakin; leavin niggaz leakin Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit Yall motherfuckers was counterfeit Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff coke Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit Gz up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this [chorus: shyne] Before your dog youre dyin and bustin your iron Take the stand youre lyin, its ok If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, its ok If you high right now as they play this in the club Lookin for somethin to fuck, its ok If you startin with her, its ok If you snotty with him, its 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 motherfuckers gates like every single day Its, the, rap, singer Slash, coke, crack, slinger Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats That try to pussy bootchie coochie, Im in that Kingpin raps, I spit em, fed narcs, I dip em Bentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms Rinks and links and trips to harry winston Born sinner; think that model bitch Im with is slim? You chances of seein me are slimmer I was through with it, before yall 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 aint never gon stop; well maybe for three days But then Ill 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, bitches is grinnin Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the pussy at So I can scheme the dope, get the pussy and float Big things, live from the empire state Where niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48 Dont owe my favors, jewelers deliberate Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure eight Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter taste Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face Guerilla pimpin indeed Shit Im like a perm; Somethin every girl in the ghetto need [chorus] - 2x
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