Shhhhh - Shyne

Must I really state my name, state my claim

What I’m into, things I’ve been through

More or less, you know about the cases

You know my life is these rapper’s career’s basis

Behind the wheel with them faces

Foreign broads and them foreign cars

Pray and hope that I’m falling off

Nah my man, I’m holding on

Something new, in that Bugatti blue

Boss, boss, I leave them boys sick

Forty-eight bosses just to prelude to

The evils these cold streets made me do

Ratchets I’ve blazed, rivals I’ve buried

Millions I’ve spent to story-line buries

Y’all be knowing how hard I roll

Ain’t got to tell you young bloods, Ya’ll all know!

I ain’t got to talk about it

Tell New York about it

California know about it

H-Town know about it

Arizona know about it

Chi-Town know about it

Ain’t got to flow about it

Must I really go on, on a song about my time

And fights on all amounts, bidding with lights

Old timers keeping my head to the script

Let this time serve you, have faith in God kid

Must I really say, I shot a few goons

But for the most part, think the realest is cool

Guess I’d say I searched my soul, but found nothing new

Just what was already there, things that I already knew

And must I talk about my time in the box?

Doing sly feds, twenty-three on the cops

In the next cell, my partner was locked

Going through hell, since the rock