Birdman - Shyne On (featuring Lil' Wayne) Lyrics

(Baby Talking)

Yeah, we gon' go, old school, you know what I'm saying
If you from where I'm from you know what I'm talkin about
When we do this here, this a cash money classic classic n****
And I felt, can't nobody do it, the way i'ma do it
You know what I'm saying
So, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world
You know what I'm talking bout..

Look, I said

(Hook 2x Baby)

Get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on (so n***** stop hating)
Get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on (you know we gon' make it)

Verse 1 - Baby

I god we trust, the neighborhood it us
And everything that I ride is 22's and up
And everytime that I slide you know I'm platinum plus
(Lac - Make the hood understand that we trying to come up)
24's on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell lil one be cool, everybody coming up
Cuz everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shyne
(so how u luv that people?)
Everbody on the grind
In these project cuts, ya hood rich living lavish
Louis the 14, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but madness
Hustled right in front of my momma ms. gladys
Chasing paper, paper chasing man thats all we know
Coming thru the neighborhood on them 24's
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand (nigga up it some mo')
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know (one)

(Hook Baby &Lil Wayne in background)

Get yo shyne on (OH), get yo shyne on (Yeah), get yo shyne on (OH) (so n***** stop hating) (Yeah)
Get yo shyne on (OH), get yo shyne on (OH), get yo shyne on (YEAH) (you know we gon' make it) (YEAH)
Get yo shyne on (JR), get yo shyne on (Uh JR), get yo shyne on (uh JR) (so n***** stop hating) (uh J, Uh J, Uh JR)
Get yo shyne on (Its JR), get yo shyne on (Its JR), get yo shyne on (Its JR) (you know we gon' make it) (The Carter !)

Verse 2 Lil Wayne

They Say I walk around like I got an "S" on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece flow rest in the dept
I'm a specialist vet, no testin the best
I be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I make ya, mouth piece so beast like Della Reece
I'm from the south streets are beast like Little Wheezy,
F Baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defence like Champ Bailey I'm gone wit it
I chrome kitted, A phone pit in the back of it
Phoney titty bitches come home with me get the business
I made bling-bling, i'm like a lighthouse
So tuck that ice in, cuz he ain't iced out
Pay attention closely you niggaz can never roast me
Cuz the maker of the testarossa knows me, oh he's
So arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cuz I'm shyne
Thats right

Hook 2x Baby

Get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on (so niggaz stop hating)
Get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on, get yo shyne on (you know we gon' make it)

Verse 3 - Baby

Loud pipes and big rims nigga thats my life
Coming thru the neighborhood with my homeboy Price
Lets get it understood nigga thats my price
(come thru the neck of the woods you'll be ight)
Cuz I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin
I'm coming thru and I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22's
And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin
Them spreewells nigga, them spreewells n****, we making mills n****)
N****, don't need no introduction in this
And I've been grindin every ghetto tryin' to stay hood rich
And you can ask a nigga bout me know I'm bout my chips
(I was Made by Guerillas, raised the Hot Boy clique)
Cuz I'm the birdman (brrrrrrrrrrr)
And I'll do ya something bad, have you heared man
That I been slangin them slabs thats my word man
I won't stunt n**** (won't stunt n****)
I'm gon stunt n**** (I'm gon stunt n****)
I'm gon stunt n**** (stunt n****)
ONE

Hook 2x- Baby

So n***** stop hating

You Know we gon' make it (make it)

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