Shyne

[Shyne]
P-O, nothing more to it
I'm gully, what, I've really been through it
From the stoupe to the coup and anything in between
I carry a sleet through me, niggaz live out they dreams
Throw the ones in the sky or up in the bing
I do it for them, when I'm crackin' them rims
See me doing solo, silver pot holes
Bustin' off Roscoe's, like fuck it, I'll buy a new set tomorrow
I'm the horror, the system belt
Suck liquor, out my mom's tits, instead of milk
I'm society's filth, shit, I feel no guilt
Well fear couldn't feed Po, what the fuck, I need mo'
Mo', mo', catch me posted up on one Pivot
By the looks of my arm and palm, it's been a blizzard
Bitches wanna know, who that nigga Po
When you think of me, just think of snow
Call white, hard white, masterpiece, all white
It's alright, I could take you out tonight
And put you in some things
Have you lookin' like something, diamonds, buttons
It's the predicate felon, millionaire dollar rederick
Tellin', spittin' thesis, for my connections
Leave a nigga speechless, can't talk with a gun in your throat
Yeah, I'm loc'd, been around too much dope
All my life, brain ain't never been right
Don't hear shit, I air shit, niggaz lose sight
It's bigger than mics, come fuck with the kid
O.G.'s look at me, like that's how I live
Niggaz look from the sky, like, yeah I stay live
Resurrected through the necklace or the gold coated six
Gangsta never die, as long as I'm alive
And when I go, it's gon' be another Po
[Chorus: Shyne]
For all my niggaz who ain't here with me
You still here with me, everything that I do