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Let Me See Your Hands - Shyne



     
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Let's go, Shyne, pro, bust pipes get right
Bang, stop, roll 'head throw the dice
White Air Force Ones, monies in rubber bands
America's number one dope man
Racin' through the city with Uncle Paul and Diddy
Hennesey frontin', lookin' brock and gritty
Tryin' to meet somethin', so I can skeet somethin'
Five with it, slide with it, P hit it, I hit it
What's it all about? Servin' yeah every day
We roll, send a foe mix those and bulletholes
Livin' in vein, ice flowin' through my veins
I'm light in the change, 'til they put it in my brain
Bulletproof sedans, rich bitches
Throwin' me kisses, takin' my pictures
License to kill, I ain't with a lot of talkin'
Try conversatin' from the coffin
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands

All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
Just tossed the bail so now I'm free
'Bout to get in the kitchen to cook a key
Who you know that could double up like me?
The hottest nigga up in N-Y-C
I'm that nigga comin' through, doin' what he does
Rocks in his ears lookin' like light bulbs
Desert snubs, pierce your skull
Criminal mindstate, I bring sale weight
I just happen to rhyme great, pipelines and gates
In fifty-nine states, raisin' the rates
Got my mind right, like Al Pacino and Nino
I head to Capitol Hill to kidnap Janet Reno
Monster flow, words droppin' and shockin'
Gun cockin' and poppin', somebody call Cochran
Boats of coke at the port
Import, export, have my bitches transport
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
Get pussy in a bed full of dough, nose full of blow
The feds is in town I gots to get low, uhh
Pants saggin' low, get at bitches like yo
Hop in the truck bitch let's go
No time to waste, nine in my waist, ready for war
Anytime anyplace, fuck it just another case
One life to live and I'ma live, live it loud
Gettin' mine, bottom line, we'll be cuttin' dimes or rhymes
Cold hearts, shootouts and fast cars
'Til I'm behind bars or in the graveyard
Blast a foe for capital, the master flow
Is masterful y'all vaginal
Bling'n hard, bracelets to the necklace
Lookin' like effect as the flow is infectious
Pocket fills, multi-million dollars deal
Flip more bricks than Tetris, what you feel?
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands
All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands
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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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