For The Record

Shyne

Pshhhh pshhhh

Uhh

[repeat 3x]



[Verse 1]

Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face

He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e

Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cake

Maybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin

See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped

What I see is straight bug, straight thoro

Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs

Rather look at the facts not the hype

Like who got shot and who got knifed

Who keep gettin struck, but don't neva strike

Hope the beef go away but the feds indict

I know yo card nigga, it's so clear

You juss wanna sell record you don't want warfare

You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide

These niggaz would've died if they shot me nine times

Heyy it's juss for the best

Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it



[Hook]

And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart

Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum

It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry

When they losin' their life

When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night

Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight

Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like

It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights



[Verse 2]

You ain't kill humma 'cause if you did

Why you ain't get the pen after all of that hit

You know I know, that if you live

That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody

Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut

Yoo pac's a nigga, nobody got shot

Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what

Okay okay killa you'sa slut

Think about it, enoughs enoughs

I'm tryna show 'em whoes who

And what is what

I mean how can I respect you

When them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you

(not nobody)

You know where they are, where they perform

Bust yo gun, stop makin songs

Please no more ghetto quran

You got money now it's time to bomb

And that's juss fo th