Shyne - Edge lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh uh, Uh, Uh Ayo, mac 10s and fake friends Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the f**ing n***a face 'em But I'm still trill, still holdin Rollin gully until I'm froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid Veins pumpin ice First some 15 keep that king pumping right Hard white, cold cash Hold fast, fold fast, through the city so gas No a** Straight head b**h, I'm one a from the feds f** comma raps, same G and canna All I got in this world is my fifth dick and nana Gangsta mannerism lyrical vandalism n***az be burnin up their gums until the f**ing hammers hit 'em Who need help? Well until then I'ma take that mac off the shelf and hold the f**ing street hostage Blowing smoke out my nostril Every breath is a step to a non-time in d**h [Hook 2X] I wanna know where to go Need a place in my mind I can rest Cause this time is running out for my flesh Dried up, sittin' in a chair fried up [Verse 2] You know me; I don't need no introduction in this Big gun, big dick, half of a meal on the wrist Sittin in my continental thinkin' about potential connects I live in all, just pencil the best Parts of the live of a quintessential hustler When I pull a slide back Motherf**ers be hoppin' their faces don't get left open You understand? Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin' Shyne Po, dough, stack, y'all Rap n***az is trash I don't give a f** how much records you sold Tryin' to be me Keep it real dog, you'll die to be me You wanna know how it feel, don't you? To have a murder charge, took gun to the American Music Awards And live life against stars Doing 170 screaming "fu*k THE WORLD" (gangsta get outta the car) [Hook 2X] [Verse 3] Where the f** them n***az at? We gonna handle this beef Turn your mic off b**h; see me in the street f** peace 'til I'm rest in the dried up flesh is finish I don't know how to tell until I'm in the morgue Dysfunctional, highly uncomfortable paranoid Without the extra clip (b**h), try me I'll puncture you Had n***az waking up with wings in their backs, halos in their head like "Ayo I'm dead" Can a knight f**ing princess Diana type Vane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, hand of ice They said too much for the motor mind to comprehend Walk wit me, pause take a breath Things ain't just the same for gangstas Sleeping in diamond, it's f**ing up the game for gangstas While charges tryin to ring a gangsta Through it all I maintain my gangsta [Hook until fade]