[Hook]
They say them boys turned crazy after Shyste died
Look around b**h, it's shyste time
But shyste ain't dead, he just went to Vegas
With his .45 and a couple Haitians
b**h you ain't ‘bout that life, so why you keep on faking
Don't make King County have another patient
Harlem Zoes I brought with me, b**h them n***as Haitians
No green card don't call immigration
[Verse 1]
I'm on the road to the money, b**h I keep 'em chasing
No conversation with these b**hes, see these b**hes later
I'm racing to the shmoney that's my destination
Lajan lo, I let Bob translate
Black on black Audi thats my transportation
b**h act like I'm fronting b**h no hesitation
No one-on-one with the squad, ho, no isolation
I'll have you on the doctor table getting operations
Oh yeah my highs with the sh**s, that's cooperation
And we don't tell the cops sh**, no corroboration (not at all)
Oh yeah it's shmoney on my mind, that's my occupation
Oh yeah my Shmurda in this b**h that's why them guns was sprayin'
Oh you ain't heard, you ain't heard I get that shmoney b**h
I bust that shmoney dance now she on a shmoney dick
Oh you ain't heard, you ain't heard I get that shmoney b**h
Oh you ain't heard, you ain't heard she on that shmoney dick
Got a pocket full of shmoney like a pocketful
I got a pocketful of crippies that'll pop it to you
I got a pocketful for a n***a, got a pocketful
And they buy out the bar when they want to
[Hook]
They say them boys turned crazy after Shyste died
Look around b**h, it's shyste time
But shyste ain't dead, he just went to Vegas
With his .45 and a couple Haitians
b**h you ain't ‘bout that life, so why you keep on faking
Don't make King County have another patient
Harlem Zoes I brought with me, b**h them n***as Haitians
No green card don't call immigration
[Verse 2]
Its Kokaine time when I'm in the field
With my shooters b**h it's game time
See a f** n***a, open fire, I don't aim mine (why not)
Let that thing fly, we hitting n***as with the same nine
Who let a word fly, all my n***as do the same time
I hit that a** with the same nine
When Jordan went and hit that hang time
And Monte went and he just banged five
Quato caught a f** boy and he slang nine
Even Sha Sha gave it up, I heard he slang fire
Larry Bird that's that shooter, he get face time
All my n***as in the field, b**h the gang nine
We making 'Kane smile
[Hook]
They say them boys turned crazy after Shyste died
Look around b**h, it's shyste time
But shyste ain't dead, he just went to Vegas
With his .45 and a couple Haitians
b**h you ain't ‘bout that life, so why you keep on faking
Don't make King County have another patient
Harlem Zoes I brought with me, b**h them n***as Haitians
No green card don't call immigration