Представляем точный текст композиции "For The Record" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyne . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «For The Record» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyne передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyne - "For The Record"
Lyrics to For The Record : Pshhhh pshhhh Uhh [repeat 3x] [Verse 1] Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e Listened to his tape, this lil nigga used to sound like cake Maybe Im juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped What I see is straight bug, straight thoro Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs Rather look at the facts not the hype Like who got shot and who got knifed Who keep gettin struck, but dont neva strike Hope the beef go away but the feds indict I know yo card nigga, its so clear You juss wanna sell record you dont want warfare You dont wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide These niggaz wouldve died if they shot me nine times Heyy its juss for the best Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it [Hook] And there go the shots stay rippin em apart Cuz its a blood comin outta his slum Its murdah bloody homicide is what they cry When they losin their life When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight Pray to god while Im gone, is what underneath feels like Its my work by the surf when they turn off the lights [Verse 2] You aint kill humma cause if you did Why you aint get the pen after all of that hit You know I know, that if you live That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut Yoo pacs a nigga, nobody got shot Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what Okay okay killa yousa slut Think about it, enoughs enoughs Im tryna show em whoes who And what is what I mean how can I respect you When them niggaz that left you aint none of em blessed you (not nobody) You know where they are, where they perform Bust yo gun, stop makin songs Please no more ghetto quran You got money now its time to bomb And thats juss fo the top Take this mob shit seriouse please respect it And there go the shots stay rippin em apart [2x] Cuz its a blood comin outta his slum [Verse 3] Death of perfection as I move witout motion Aint no nigga in his game doin the shit that Im quotin Take a good look cause youll neva a see enought of me Might be sum otha gs tryna trace n color me But I believe in the ways of old Slice these niggaz throat tryna tell on po That shouldnt excist, fuckin snitch Cut of his dick, put it on his lips You really think I was gon let you slide Fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind You really think jail was gon make thinks right Nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life I was mindin my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout po I was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go I aint lyin this is the mob You got yo break come finish yo job Juss dont get the feds involved And Imma reunite you wit yo moms Rip I guess this aint juss music Cuz jail only made me much mo ruthless (nigga) And the bitch nigga knew this Thats why he tryed to sign me to g-unit Tell em how you made me offers (I dont want that blood Imma godfather) Jumped on every street corner Hurts yo heart that you dont get that honor The feds I paid fo that 10 years up top I sell em much shop Both of ya was blood Took the bus wit cuz Want gun fo gun I earned my lug You, you juss pathetic You neva bg, bespite yo average Take this mob shit serioue, you gon respect it Thas juss fo the record [Hook] And there go the shots stay rippin em apart Cuz its a blood comin outta his slum Its murdah bloody homicide is what they cry When they losin their life When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight Pray to god while Im gone, is what underneath feels like Its my work by the surf when they turn off the light [ For The Record Lyrics ]
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