Carlos "6 July" Broady - Shine lyrics

[La the Darkman] Uh uh, for the n***as in black Vigors Behind the wheel drinkin liquors Everybody wanna shine For the n***as rockin Tims, f** cars and rims Yo, everybody wanna shine Yo, my dimensions, possessed, lucci, b**hes, cess Lessons, computers, whips, and bulletproof vests I can't be done, me and Screwface one on one I drink wit bums in the slums where I shoot my guns Enforce ones, up north in the Ac, throw a strap I got n***as down south, holdin nines in Cadillacs Lettin trees blow, for n***as sniff snow inside the disco I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal Cream like Joe Pisco', I f** your b**h yo Right through her piss hole Long dick like a missle Split the black dutch, while the bracelet on my wrist glow Cough if I spit mo', sold my Lex, cop the Benzo My n***as come outta Sing-Seng buff like Lou Ferrigno The rhyme sayer, quicker Ruger nine sprayer Rich lifestyle like a young NBA player And I'm tied to the mob like that gun, called Tommy Shoot through your Armani, shoot at Guiliani Shoot at Illuminati, f** everbody, it's the Darkman (understand that right there) Chorus For the n***as in black Vigors, behind the wheel drinkin liquors Everbody wanna shine For the n***as is rockin Tims, f** cars and rims Yo, everybody wanna shine For the n***as that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds Everybody wanna shine For the n***as in Lexus Cruisers wit co*ked back Rugers Yo, everybody wanna shine [La the Darkman] Yo, you wanna be me Sometimes I'm on the block, sometimes I'm on the TV My crew's greedy, like Boom Boom Mancini La's song buy weedy, Swahili, Saadiqi Professional, hold my toast by my testicals I used to peddle, but three times two equal the devil Blinded by the ice, and the savage way of life To no vale, n***as get money in small scales Start smokin, like they don't know crack k**s A freak n***a, got turned down by a female Didn't know he s**ed d**h, when he just inhale I rap life, c**aine, n***as wit no brain Sellin crack for fifteen years wit no gain That's a damn shame, check the result of bein broke Havin no whip, no lab, no money for smoke He stressed out, really not knowin what life's about Jewels, j**els, j**els, j**els Chorus [La the Darkman] Yo, yo, dunn I'm felt Gun in my waist, tight belt New York streets hot, the bottom of my Wallees melt I need wealth, puffin my lah by myself Blessed, wit food clothes and health And big whips, shorties say I got a big dick My first video, I rock twenty outfits The Benz 6, got me wanna flip ten bricks VCR headrest watchin Scarface flicks I politic, wit ex cons, old cats, drug dons n***as that's known to take a arm for a arm I move calm as a lion of Juddah, black Garbudda Silent as a basehead, s**in on his hooter Cuz Cash Rules, that's why I study new j**els And keep tools, to create blood pools For new crews, rappers, on my territory I co*k back the fifth, and make em his-tory Remember him, the kid wit the big Jesus em-blem Threw shells from the toast, had his bones tremblin n***a, I'm the cat y'all be talkin about dunn Chorus Cuz I shine n***a, shine on n***a (what) Straight shine n***a, nawmean, word up The sun gon burn out (stay shinin, and stay spicy) I'mma shine till the sun burn out Straight up, word, the emba**y, my family The emba**y, my family, yeah