It's Ok

Geah, uh, uh, uh
 Uh-huh, like that
 Geah, uh
 Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold TEC
 It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne
 Nothin but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches
 It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne
 What's my motherfuckin' name? Put a bullet in your brain
 Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine
 It's the best of a V&E
 I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein' me
 Heavenly indeed, measure me a key
 My moms was a virgin when she had me
 I rock flows, top O's, better yet, sell it wet
 Tape ki's to bitches, I need the riches
 Scene switches, big bitches, to hide snitches
 Smile for the feds as they take pictures
 It's the young G speakin', leavin' niggaz leakin'
 Shots repeatin', around the clip somethin' bound to hit
 Y'all motherfuckers was counterfeit
 Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff coke
 Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit
 G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
 Before your dog, you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
 Take the stand you're lyin', it's ok
 If you cook it, cut it, watch, flooded
 Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
 If you high right now as they play this in the club
 Lookin' for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
 If you startin' with her, it's ok
 If you snotty with him, it's ok
 With so much blocks in the N-Y-C
 To burn 'em all down is kinda hard for me
 But uh, somehow, someway
 I keep takin' over motherfucker's gates like every single day (uh)
 It's the rap singer, slash coke crack slinger
 Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats
 That try to pussy bootchie coochie, I'm in that
 Kingpin raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
 Bentley and large rims spinnin', the shit is sickenin'
 My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms
 Rinks and links and trips to Harry Winston
 Born sinner, think that model bitch I'm with is slim?
 Your chances of seein' me are slimmer
 I was through with it, before y'all knew what to do with it
 Put my finger in the ground and turn the world around
 Before your dog, you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
 Take the stand you're lyin', it's ok
 If you cook it, cut it, watch, flooded
 Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
 If you high right now as they play this in the club
 Lookin' for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
 If you startin' with her, it's ok
 If you snotty with him, it's ok
 From hip-hop to them hot blocks
 It ain't never gon' stop, well maybe for three days
 But then I'll return, more blacks to burn for more, yea
 Get them hoe, yea, sittin' up on Broadway (geah)
 Livin' the life, ridin' on Twinkies
 30-inch rims spinnin', bitches is grinnin'
 Roscoe on my left, wonderin' where the pussy at
 So I can scheme the dope, get the pussy and float
 Big things, live from the Empire State
 Where niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48
 Don't owe my favors, jewelers deliberate
 Shops have me spinnin' like you was doin' a figure eight
 Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter taste
 Push up hard on the arms, uh, bitter face
 Guerilla pimpin' indeed, shit, I'm like a perm'
 Somethin' every girl in the ghetto need
 Before your dog, you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
 Take the stand you're lyin', it's ok
 If you cook it, cut it, watch, flooded
 Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
 If you high right now as they play this in the club (yea, c'mon)
 Lookin' for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
 If you startin' with her, it's ok
 If you snotty with him, it's ok
 Before your dog, you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
 Take the stand you're lyin', it's ok
 If you cook it, cut it, watch, flooded
 Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, it's ok
 If you high right now as they play this in the club
 Lookin' for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
 If you startin' with her, it's ok
 If you snotty with him, it's ok