Shyne On lyrics

Artist  : Baby 
Song : Shyne On



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[Baby] 

Yeah 

We gon go old school 

Ya know what I'm sayin 

If you from where I'm from 

Ya know what I'm talkin bout 

the way we do this here 

this is a cash money classic 

and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it


ya know what I'm sayin 

so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your
world from my world 

ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say 



[Chorus: Baby] 

Get your shine on {*3X*} 

So nigga stop hatin' 

Get your shine on {*3X*} 

You know we gonna make it 

Get your shine on {*3X*} 

So nigga stop hatin' 

Get your shine on {*3X*} 

You know we gonna make it 



[Baby] 

In one you trust, the neighborhood is us 

And everything that I ride is 22s and up 

And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum
plus 

Make the hood understand that we trying to come
up 

24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust 

Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up 

Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine


So how ya love that people? Everybody on the
grind 

And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin
lavish 

Those 14s, you know we had to have it 

Once upon a time it was nothing but magic 

Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys


Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know


Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s 

Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it
some more 

Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One 



[Chorus] 



[Lil Wayne] 

They say I walk around like I got an S on my
chest 

That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the
deck 

I'ma specially set, No testin the best 

Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk 

I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese


I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil'
Weez 

E, F baby for the team I rep daily 

I come to the defense like Champ Bailey, I'm gone
wit it 

A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it 

Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the
business 

I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse 

So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out 

Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast
me 

Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me 

Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind 

But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats
right 



[Chorus] 



[Baby] 

Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life 

Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy
price 

Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price 

Come through the neck of the woods, you be
alright 

Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin
thru 

And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s 

And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them
sprewells nigga 

them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga 

Don't need no introduction in this 

I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood
rich 

You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my
shit 

I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click


Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something
bad 

You heard man that I been slangin them slacks 

Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga 

I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One




[Chorus