paroles de chanson Shine - Masta Killa , U‐God
[La
the
darkman]
Uh
uh
for
the
niggas
in
black
vigors
Behind
the
wheel
drinkin
liquors
Everybody
wanna
shine
For
the
niggas
rockin
tims
fuck
cars
and
rims
Yo
everybody
wanna
shine
Yo
my
dimensions
possessed
lucci
bitches
cess
Lessons
computers
whips
and
bulletproof
vests
I
can′t
be
done
me
and
screwface
one
on
one
I
drink
wit
bums
in
the
slums
where
i
shoot
my
guns
Enforce
ones
up
north
in
the
ac,
throw
a
strap
I
got
niggas
down
south,
holdin
nines
in
cadillacs
Lettin
trees
blow,
for
niggas
sniff
snow
inside
the
disco
I
hold
a
big
pistol,
to
crack
your
brain
crystal
Cream
like
joe
pisco',
i
fuck
your
bitch
yo
Right
through
her
piss
hole
Long
dick
like
a
missle
Split
the
black
dutch,
while
the
bracelet
on
my
wrist
glow
Cough
if
i
spit
mo′,
sold
my
lex,
cop
the
benzo
My
niggas
come
outta
sing-seng
buff
like
lou
ferrigno
The
rhyme
sayer,
quicker
ruger
nine
sprayer
Rich
lifestyle
like
a
young
nba
player
And
i'm
tied
to
the
mob
like
that
gun,
called
tommy
Shoot
through
your
armani,
shoot
at
guiliani
Shoot
at
illuminati,
fuck
everbody,
it's
the
darkman
(Understand
that
right
there)
Chorus
For
the
niggas
in
black
vigors,
behind
the
wheel
drinkin
liquors
Everbody
wanna
shine
For
the
niggas
is
rockin
tims,
fuck
cars
and
rims
Yo,
everybody
wanna
shine
For
the
niggas
that
lock
downed
for
bustin
caps
wit
four
pounds
Everybody
wanna
shine
For
the
niggas
in
lexus
cruisers
wit
cocked
back
rugers
Yo,
everybody
wanna
shine
[La
the
darkman]
Yo,
you
wanna
be
me
Sometimes
i′m
on
the
block,
sometimes
i′m
on
the
tv
My
crew's
greedy,
like
boom
boom
mancini
La′s
song
buy
weedy,
swahili,?
sadeeky?
Professional,
hold
my
toast
by
my
testicals
I
used
to
peddle,
but
three
times
two
equal
the
devil
Blinded
by
the
ice,
and
the
savage
way
of
life
To
no
vale,
niggas
get
money
in
small
scales
Start
smokin,
like
they
don't
know
crack
kills
A
freak
nigga,
got
turned
down
by
a
female
Didn′t
know
he
sucked
death,
when
he
just
inhale
I
rap
life,
cocaine,
niggas
wit
no
brain
Sellin
crack
for
fifteen
years
wit
no
game
That's
a
damn
shame,
check
the
result
of
bein
broke
Havin
no
whip,
no
lab,
no
money
for
smoke
He
stressed
out,
really
not
knowin
what
life′s
about
Jewels,
jewels,
jewels,
jewels
Chorus
[La
the
darkman]
Yo,
yo,
dunn
i'm
felt
Gun
in
my
waist,
tight
belt
New
york
streets
hot,
the
bottom
of
my
wallees
melt
I
need
wealth,
puffin
my
lah
by
myself
Blessed,
wit
food
clothes
and
health
And
big
whips,
shorties
say
i
got
a
big
dick
My
first
video,
i
rock
twenty
outfits
The
benz
6,
got
me
wanna
flip
ten
bricks
Vcr
headrest
watchin
scarface
flicks
I
politic,
wit
ex
cons,
old
cats,
drug
dons
Niggas
that's
known
to
take
a
arm
for
a
arm
I
move
calm
as
a
lion
of
juddah,
black
garbudda
Silent
as
a
basehead,
suckin
on
his
hooter
Cuz
cash
rules,
that′s
why
i
study
new
jewels
And
keep
tools,
to
create
blood
pools
For
new
crews,
rappers,
on
my
territory
I
cock
back
the
fifth,
and
make
em
his-tory
Remember
him,
the
kid
wit
the
big
jesus
em-blem
Threw
shells
from
the
toast,
had
his
bones
tremblin
Nigga,
i′m
the
cat
y'all
be
talkin
about
dunn
Chorus
Cuz
i
shine
nigga,
shine
on
nigga
(what)
Straight
shine
nigga,
nawmean,
word
up
The
sun
gon
burn
out
(stay
shinin,
and
stay
spicy)
I′mma
shine
till
the
sun
burn
out
Straight
up,
word,
the
embassy,
my
family
The
embassy,
my
family,
yeah
1 Lucci
2 Shine
3 City Lights
4 What Thugs Do
5 Fifth Disciple
6 Now Y
7 4 Souls
8 Polluted Wisdom
9 Gun Rule
10 I Want It All
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