It`s Okay lyrics

Artist  : Shyne 
Song : It`s Okay



 Send "It`s Okay" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   [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]