Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here With Me, artist - Shyne. Album song godfather buried alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Here With Me |
P-O, nothing more to it |
I’m gully, what, I’ve really been through it |
From the stoupe to the coup and anything in between |
I carry a sleet through me, niggas live out they dreams |
Throw the ones in the sky or up in the bing |
I do it for them, when I’m crackin' them rims |
See me doing solo, silver pot holes |
Bustin' off Roscoe’s, like fuck it, I’ll buy a new set tomorrow |
I’m the horror, the system belt |
Suck liquor, out my mom’s tits, instead of milk |
I’m society’s filth, shit, I feel no guilt |
Well fear couldn’t feed Po, what the fuck, I need mo' |
Mo', mo', catch me posted up on one Pivot |
By the looks of my arm and palm, it’s been a blizzard |
Bitches wanna know, who that nigga Po |
When you think of me, just think of snow |
Call white, hard white, masterpiece, all white |
It’s alright, I could take you out tonight |
And put you in some things |
Have you lookin' like something, diamonds, buttons |
It’s the predicate felon, millionaire dollar rederick |
Tellin', spittin' thesis, for my connections |
Leave a nigga speechless, can’t talk with a gun in your throat |
Yeah, I’m loc’d, been around too much dope |
All my life, brain ain’t never been right |
Don’t hear shit, I air shit, niggas lose sight |
It’s bigger than mics, come fuck with the kid |
O.G.'s look at me, like that’s how I live |
Niggas look from the sky, like, yeah I stay live |
Resurrected through the necklace or the gold coated six |
Gangsta never die, as long as I’m alive |
And when I go, it’s gon' be another Po |
For all my niggas who ain’t here with me |
You still here with me, everything that I do |
When you see that watch blue, it’s for you |
When you see that coupe with no roof, it’s for you |
For all my niggas who ain’t here with me |
You still here with me, everything that I do |
Kid that I fried around the way, was for for you |
Connect that I tied the other day, was for you |
Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and, yellow rocks |
It’s the number one gunner, pop pa-pop pop |
Hard top, windows black, that’s the way, how gangsta mack |
Comin' through bumpin' Thriller, like I’m really a killa |
Who you know fuckin' with me, them niggas is bitter |
No, I hit you when it’s burnin' or numb |
Who you, screw you, just for burnin' ya gums, get it right |
I’m him, ya’ll just rhyming |
Noise over beats, ya’ll niggas hymen |
My other shit is real, I’m buyin' jet fuel |
Them cuts on my shit, is Princess Blue |
You fuck with the kid, you get princessed too |
What, ya boyfriend a rapper? |
This between me and you |
And that’s just how my niggas would want it, America’s most wanted |
State ya name, P.O., niggas know |
For all my niggas who ain’t here with me |
You still here with me, everything that I do |
Bitch I hit with the long dick, it’s for you |
Bong bong, paid time just for you |
For all my niggas who ain’t here with me |
You still here with me, walk with me, talk with me |
Let that sawed off shit, bark off with me |
What’s up with my niggas, I’m with my niggas |