by Shyne on album Miscellaneous

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

by Shyne on album Miscellaneous

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

by Marilyn Manson on album Non-Album Releases

Marilyn Manson Miscellaneous Posthuman (Full Lyrics) She's got eyes like Zapruder And a mouth like heroin She wants me to be perfect like Kennedy This isn't god, this isn't god This isn't god, t

by PUFF DADDY on album Miscellaneous

PUFF DADDY Miscellaneous P.E. 2000 Lost Remix"(feat. Shyne [Puffy] Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars, Spit on a dial, my Chopard See the reflection of the gods Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to,

by 112 (feat. Shyne & Lil' Zane) on album Miscellaneous

Yo! This is the remix I'll pop pussy pop nine's and I'll pop pain I'm not sane cop aim leave you not stayin' In da dark range, chock pain No shoes for ya, leave da drop plain Got game, last name sho

by Cursive on album Mama, I'm Swollen

A year now and nothing much has changed Holed up in a motel in El Paso This was meant to be my great escape I got lost along the way amongst Court TV and take-out Going to write my Moby Dick More lik

by Shyne on album Miscellaneous

Uh huh, uh huh, Brooklyn, Vietnam What you, uh, yeah, uh, come on Oh no, big Shyne Po Back in the motherfuckin' heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don't jam (Bang bang) I'm tryin' to jucks some more

by Moxy Fruvous on album The 'b' Album

Moxy Fruvous The 'b' Album I Love My Boss (Alternate Lyrics) These lyrics represent the original version of the song as closely as possible. (Thanks to the Früvous Pages for these...) He can't

by Shyne on album Miscellaneous

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 t

by Slipknot on album Miscellaneous

Slipknot Miscellaneous Pulse of the Maggot(correct lyrics) This is the year where hope fails you The test subjects run the experiments And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate But cohesing i

by Shyne on album Miscellaneous

Gyeah, gyeah, walk with me, come on Gyeah, it's like New York's been soft Ever since my nigga, Shyne, been sittin' in prison Yeah, check it Sip things, sick rings, this shit is sickenin' Sick chains,

by Hilary Duff on album Miscellaneous

Hilary Duff Miscellaneous Fly (right lyrics) In a moment, everything can change feel the wind on your shoulders For a minute, all the world can wait let go of your yesterday can you hear it call

by Dream Theater on album Miscellaneous

Dream Theater Miscellaneous Take Away My Pain (alternate Lyrics Ii) [studio demo from 1997, recorded during the making of the album ] [falling into infinity. available on the fan club christmas c

by Operation Ivy on album Energy

Operation Ivy Energy Bad Town (Lyrics Written & Sung By Lint) They call it a scene, I call it disaster Down here the kids grow up faster Scared, they're scared to the bone Like a pack of wolves the

by Shyne on album Gangland

You never met a roller like me, its unlikely half of them boys is trying to idite me You entice me, I let them have them 9 years never mind the fact you was rolling with the right breed They pale

by G-DEP on album Miscellaneous

G-DEP Miscellaneous Keep It Gangsta"(feat. Shyne [G. Dep] I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit

by Above The Law on album Livin' Like Hustlers

Yo, this is somethin' new by notorious-ass, Above the Law In the motherfuckin' place The Illustrator KM.G Yo 187, you gotta let 'em know what's goin' on See, I'm like a psycho, I meditate with a

by Shyne on album Miscellaneous

Shyne Miscellaneous Commission [Verse 1] 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

by Shyne on album Miscellaneous

Just blaze I spit an' reload things since livin' was gold rings Fuck a piece of the pie, nigga, gimme the whole thing I done seen death, seen less, seen more Feed morphines to more fiends than you've

by Shyne on album Godfather Buried Alive

Uh uh, uh, uh Ayo, Mac 10's and fake friends Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fuckin' nigga face 'em But I'm still trill, still holdin' Rollin' gully until I'm froze, close in a box with a bom