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No, we don't need no more trouble
We ain't the problem nigga
We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble
I ain't the problem
Solve me, if I am ever solved motherfuckers
Solve the shit, I insist I ain't goin' nowhere
I hear ya'all motherfuckers talkin', complainin'
It's too this, it's too Dogg, It's too valid yeah, yeah
See what the fuck happens when the C.I.A. conspired?
Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow
Man, black people don't own no ports or boats
So tell me how the fuck we gettin' all this coke?
Offa knowledge I choke, spittin' up truths hopin'
The young youth a soldier hear me dearly
G.W. Bush fear me
They know I know, they want to sweep us under rugs
Hopin' we just keep killin', shootin' each other with slugs
Look up above and pray to god he protect me

From these cold jurors and the heartless judge
Imagine, grow'n up and never haven't
Fagget ass pops actin' like you never happened, fucked up
Watchin' the tears stream down yo mamma's cheek
She helpless in the kitchen lookin' for eats, peace
We don't need no more trouble sample
Yea nigga, I'm here, what the fuck ya'll gunna do about it? Huh?
Do somethin' about me, call my source, ya hear me? Feel me?
Stop talkin' 'bout, stop talkin' bout how fucked up I am, huh
Get me right, save me nigga, huh?
I'm a snort away from an overdose
A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope
I never asked to be here, In this maze to an early grave
Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales
Tryin' to post bond on this oversized bail
Hopin' my vest don't give as the bullets come in hail
How dare ya'all point the finger at me
'Cuz I'm a straight G ain't that what it's supposed to be?
Shit, I'm just followin' the tradition of Joe Kenny
Bootleggin' ties with the mob and shit
Capitalism, money and power
Catch me in the Trump Tower with a honey and powder
I feel the shadows death is comin' to an end
My lifes slippin' from me, ya'll niggaz is funny
Tell me shyne po, he can't get that money
Fuck am I supposed to do, nigga starve and go hungry? Right
We don't need no more trouble sample
Im here, we here, ain't goin nowhere
Problems is startin' to happen and we was born
Nigga this shit has been goin' on nigga
300 years motherfuckers, shh
Cose ya eyes,listen. hear my heart beatin'?
Po's racin', I can't take it
The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it
Only God knows if I make it
Walkin' through the depths of hell
It's hard for me to smile
When I'm innocent and still, I'm facin' trial
God save me
Secret societies manipulatin' the dumb def and blind
And yet they want to blame it on Shyne
Like I'm responsible for the countries murder rate
Responsible for babies born high off base
This shit's is bigger than me, I told ya'all I'm just a pawn
So is Boy George sippin' Nick Bawns
I hope my babies havin' babies pushin' rhymes
It's a brighter day if you just let it beyond
To my mom's I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
Your baby boy's dyin' of a broken heart
Got ties to my own blood walkin' to the eternal fire
Crack money in the dryer
We don't need no more trouble sample
We don't need no more trouble sample
We don't need no more trouble sample
We don't need no more trouble sample

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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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