Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me See Your Hands , by - Shyne. Song from the album Shyne, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Let Me See Your Hands |
| Let’s go |
| Shyne Po, 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 Diddy |
| Hennesey frontin, lookin brock and gritty |
| Tryin to meet somethin, so I can skeeet somethin |
| Five with it, slide with it, P hit it, I hit it |
| What’s it all about? |
| Servin yay every day |
| We roll, send a foe mix those and bulletholes |
| Livin in vein, ice flowin through my veins |
| I’m light in the change, 'til they put it in my brain |
| Bulletproof sedans, rich bitches |
| Throwin me kisses, takin my pictures |
| License to kill, I ain’t with a lot of talkin |
| Try conversatin from the coffin |
| All my niggas wildin, let me see your hands (WHOA-O-OH-OHH) |
| All my bitches stylin, let me see your hands (WHOA-O-OH-OHH) |
| Just tossed the bail so now I’m free |
| Bout to get in the kitchen to cook a key |
| Who you know that could double up like me? |
| The hottest nigga up in N-Y-C |
| I’m that nigga comin through, doin what he does |
| Rocks in his ears lookin like light bulbs |
| Desert snubs, pierce your skull |
| Criminal mindstate, I bring sale weight |
| I just happen to rhyme great, pipelines and gates |
| In fifty-nine states, raisin the rates |
| Got my mind right, like Al Pacino and Nino |
| I head to Capitol Hill to kidnap Janet Reno |
| Monster flow, words droppin and shockin |
| Gun cockin and poppin, somebody call Cochran |
| Boats of coke at the port |
| Import, export, have my bitches transport |
| Get pussy in a bed full of dough, nose full of blow |
| The feds is in town I gots to get low, uhh |
| Pants saggin low, get at bitches like yo |
| Hop in the truck bitch let’s go |
| No time to waste, nine in my waist, ready for war |
| Anytime anyplace, fuck it just another case |
| One life to live and I’mma live (??) |
| Gettin mine, bottom line, we’ll be cuttin dimes or rhymes |
| Cold hearts, shootouts and fast cars |
| 'til I’m behind bars or in the graveyard |
| Blast a foe for capital the master flow |
| Is masterful y’all vaginal |
| Bling’n hard, bracelets to the necklace |
| Lookin like effect (?) the flow is infectious |
| Pocket fills, multi-million dollars deal |
| Flip more bricks than Tetris, what you feel? |