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From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
Went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notes
Game got my eyes wider than a 430 Buggy
No tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money
Stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
The thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
As I cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda arm and hammer
Palmin' hammers
Think you crazy? Nigga, my clique's bananas
Takin' over with the mafia
Hittin' niggas for they bricks like gracias
The cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
Confront frontin' niggas like, "You want it? Well nigga, me too"
What the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
Makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
Grin and stand over your coffin like, "Hey you"

Tell the devil I'm comin', keep it hot
For now I got my eyes on a billboard spot, don't stop
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission
I buy and sell bricks with my nigga PD
Down with the team called BBE
Now if you want to join the team you know you must see me
Buy ya can't talk to FEDS or dick RID
It's a cold world baby boy, fuck it, I'm colder
Animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
Frank Lucas persona, warmin' coke up in the sauna
Let me warn ya, trip against my team you's a goner
Infact it's drastic
A couple million in the mattress
With a safe dick I say fuck taxes
Rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
Crime pays, nigga, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ways
My destiny's vague, will I survive or blow trial?
Lay shot up, Puff cryin' in denial
While my enemies smile, buried in style, Gucci suits and cufflings
Sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission
Pop, pop, pop, warning shot, who's to blame
Shyne mothafucka, don't forget the name
Stretch the Caine, to cop the house and the plane
'Til my massacre, slain
Brains hang from the window of my Range
Fuck the FEDS, two green and one red
Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life
Aces suffice
Paper's a must
Fallen Angels and Angel dust
My team do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust
Million dollar portraits in my fortress of course it's Po
Bloodstainin', aeroplanin', four hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
I'm takin' over
'Cause they coke got too much bakin' soda
They say, money ain't everything
You fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing
In God we trust, the Holy thing
I look into my enemy's eye
Let 'em know you play fly you go out Kennedy style
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission
Die for it, take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n'
Mothafucka respect it, the commission

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Shyne (real name Moses Michael Leviy (born Jamal Barrow) is a rapper born on November 18, 1978 in Belize City, Belize to a Belizean Creole politician and a Garifuna mother.

SHYNE'S BIO

As a child, he was spurned by his father due to his illegitimacy and mixed ethnicity. Shyne is said to be a practicing Jew. Born in Belize, Barrow relocated with his mother to Brooklyn, in New York's Flatbush district at about age 13. Despite some time on the streets in his early teens, Shyne subsequently held down a steady job while continuing his education and pursuing his interest in music. He was fortuitously overheard rhyming in a barbershop by producer DJ Clark Kent, who, noting the young rapper's vocal similarity to the late Notorious B.I.G., steered him towards Combs and Bad Boy.

A protégé of P. Diddy who had been touted as the new star of Bad Boy Entertainment following the Notorious B.I.G.'s death, Shyne's career was left in the balance by his indictment on an attempted murder charge in January 2000. His involvement in the previous month's notorious nightclub incident (at Club New York on December 27, 1999), in which his mentor was also embroiled, hampered the promotion of his debut album. At the same time, however, the encounter raised Shyne's street credibility.

In 1998, Shyne signed a lucrative deal with the company, making low-key appearances on various Bad Boy compilations and solo albums while working on his own debut album. Immediately following the nightclub fracas, Shyne was brought center stage in the ensuing media circus. He was freed on bail in time for the release of his debut single "Bad Boyz", which featured vocal contributions from Barrington Levy. His self-titled debut, a gangsta rap album generally panned by the media as an uninspiring and mediocre, was eventually released in September. Shortly thereafter, on June 1, 2001, Jamal Barrow was charged in a New York court with first-degree assault, gun possession, and reckless endangerment. The trial was presided over by New York State Supreme Court Justice Charles Solomon, who commented that Shyne was intelligent and talented, but nevertheless guilty. He was sentenced to 10 years in prison, a sentence that Shyne is still serving at Clinton Correctional Facility as of 2005.

Meanwhile, Puffy and his bodyguard, Anthony "Wolf" Jones, were acquitted of all charges. The seeming abandonment or betrayal of Shyne (some fans and journalists have labelled him as Puff Daddy's "fall guy") has driven a wedge between them, with Shyne leaving Bad Boy Records for Def Jam.
Album cover for "Godfather Buried Alive"
Album cover for "Godfather Buried Alive"

Since his imprisonment, Shyne has gone on to release his sophomore album, Godfather Buried Alive. On the album he dissed various artists, namely 50 Cent (on the track For the Record) The album has been criticised as being incomplete and underpromoted by his label, with several tracks having been literally "phoned in" from prison. He did enjoy one modest hit from the album: Jimmy Choo, a song that featured the vocal stylings of R&B singer Ashanti. He is now signed to his own Gangland imprint on Def Jam Records.

2005 continued Shyne's fall out of the limelight and into bad luck. In March, Justice Michael Garson ordered that any revenue generated under Shyne's contract with Island Def Jam would be held in a bond until verdicts have been reached in the civil suits filed against him by the shooting victims. Garson cited the state's revised "Son of Sam Law", barring inmates from profiting from their crimes. Also up for a possible review in 2005, Shyne's motion was rejected by a panel from a New York State Appeals Court. In addition, in April, Shyne's remaining assets were frozen by the Brooklyn Supreme Court.

Shyne is still signed to Def Jam, but after the release of Goodfather Buried Alive tanked at over 100,000 units sold. Shyne now protest disent towards Def Jam and now in searching other record labels to release his music. The Black Wall Street Records and Death Row Records have persued interest in the rapper.

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