Big Chopps - Shinin Y'all lyrics

[Hook] {x4} "Sunlight shining" Shining y'all [Verse One: Arafat Yates] Buckshot and 9th Wonder Historical hip hop, it shine on that Blind to the fact what this rap sh** brought To you and yours How many doors got opened? How many kids sat in front of they stereo's hoping? To get a shot one day Now it's like the game just won't wait MC's get walked on like runways And no type of fashion involved Remember those days when you was asking your dawg "When the next BCC drop?" We need props and Arafat work on that while biters eavesdrop Please stop Before we leave MC's hauling a** Me and my team shine the big ball of gas All y'all a** like Jack like back, why you fronting? Them cowards afraid to try something New Buckshot and 9th bring the real out Cause I shine, you shine, The Formula spills out [Hook] [Verse Two: Big Chopps] Yo, who you rhyme for? I shine for this MC sh** Lyrics labelled as abominable spit This is hip hop Study a verse over cracked pavement Try to relax but I'm past patience Pierce hearts like bow and arrow And I shine/Shyne behind bars Jamal Barrow You lyrical how? Go to war for this hip hop seminal style Ya clones like clinical cows Face gripping a frown Master the fact that you cats ain't real So I shine like the glare on the steel No k**er 100% hip hop with no filler Dummy smack you funny cats like Ben Stiller Me and Arafat remind you of days Like in '93 Enter Da Stage Pen pressing the page For the veterans, I sharpen my blade Wrecking these mics for minimum wage But I shine Fresh Something like grapes from the vine Ask yourself, who f**ing with mine? Not a soul [Hook] [Verse Three: Buckshot] I used to see the black clouds, cover my background From all of the bullsh**, so this is how I act now Yup, I calmed down A whole lot I used to be a wild little n***a a whole lot but oh not I see my future And yeah, it's looking real bright I'm Sunshine Edison, I got my men and 'em so now I feel right Like Chappelle, I see darkness spreading So whenever you come around, that's the part when I'm jetting No more stressing All I see is the light in the sky Then I Crack the window, let it right in my ride Then I Lean back and put the seat on recline The beat on rewind The cell on decline I-95 just to find that lah Head back to NY Get high with pure profit Stop it You don't want me to shine I know it's hard to see me have a hell of a time But look Be easy and let the sunshine come in Cause when the po po come in, they bust the 1-9 in It's over [Hook]