It`s Ok lyrics

Artist  : Shyne 
Song : It`s Ok



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[Shyne]
Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, like
that
Geah, uhh

Ten bricks nigga in the
air, hold tec
It's that motherfuckin nigga
named Shyne
Nothin but cum for these bitches,
love none for these bitches
It's that
motherfuckin nigga named Shyne

What's my
motherfuckin name? Put a bullet in your
brain
Leave your shirt stained, guns and
cocaine
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 bitches, I need the riches
Scene
switches, big bitches, to hide snitches
Smile
for the feds as they take pictures
It's the
young G speakin; leavin niggaz leakin
Shots
repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to
hit
Y'all motherfuckers was counterfeit
Eat
a dick and choke, as I sniff coke
Shyne pro,
watch how you pronounce the shit
G'z up, hoes
down while you motherfuckers 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 niggaz in public and
bitches love it, it's ok
If you hard right now
as they play this in the club
lookin for
somethin to fuck, 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 motherfucker'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 pussy bootchie
coochie, I'm in that
Kingpin raps, I spit 'em,
fed NARC's, 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 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, 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
Don't 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 I'm like a perm;
somethin every
girl in the ghetto need

[Chorus] - 2X