Shine for It Songtext
von Mr. Lucci

Man, what′s up with you baby?
To all them niggas out there in this game
Wanna come up with the rap shit
Man, go and handle your motherfucking business dog
Don't let nobody tell you what you can′t do
Nigga, this your life, live it how you wanna live it
If you wanna drop lyrics, drop lyrics
You know what I'm saying?
Handle your motherfucking business
Long as it's your own choice nigga
Take it from me dog
Know what I′m saying?


Now who in the hell would ever think till they saw
This lil sto′ strong nigga would grow up to be raw
Definitely not y'all, see I remember when I was broke
I was a joke
And in this game and to these hoes wasn′t no hope
Cause I was the same old nigga
Just a little slimmer with my dope ways
Writing away my days, hoping one day shit pays
But these niggas hating, my own mama think I'm wasting
My time chasing dreams of rapping and rocking the nation
But my mind is open and not in focus of what my hope is
Got no time for moping
I gots to show that I′m a soldier
Then my reefer choking done pushed me to another level
Got me digging like a shovel
Shaking haters off in huddles
Never settle lesser
Now my CD is on your dresser
And you see me better
Candy paint wetter
But would another?
I tried to tell ya but you just ain't listen
So when you see me motherfuckers
Keep a 80 foot distance

I′m sick and tired of it
Niggas judging on what I'm loving
I gots no time for it
Fuck 'em nigga
I grab my pistol and let my mind flow with
The more they keep me in line and make me grind for it
Just so I can shine for it
I′m sick and tired of it
Now y′all hating cause I done made it
And it's my moment
Nigga please, not with my G′s but platinum rhymes on it
Up at the top from the bottom
Now I got your eyes on it
Nigga, this is iconic


Now that I'm flipping, gripping hundreds
All the hoes who done stunted
Run up on it like they want it
Trying to drag me to they dungeon
Now they bopping and they fronting
Bending low, head hunting
Same ones from in the summer
Who wouldn′t even give their number
Now I flipped my game and I done chose my place
And the place where I locate
I can't involve the fucking fakes
Get upset and talking shit
Because I would not shake my hand with you
Man, what the fuck?
Back in the day dog, I ain′t hang with you
So think what you say
Get the hell up out before I rip shots
And put a dent in your face
Turn you on CD and on TV
Now we two boys from today?
Naw nigga, thanks not
When I was down and out boy I was solo on my block
Wasn't no niggas sending shots
Wasn't no hoes up on my jock
Now from state to state I rock
And now from state to state they bop
I told these niggas I was going down in history
Not many then but I know now all y′all motherfuckers feel me

I′m sick and tired of it
Niggas judging on what I'm loving
I gots no time for it
Fuck ′em nigga
I grab my pistol and let my mind flow with
The more they keep me in line and make me grind for it
Just so I can shine for it
I'm sick and tired of it
Now y′all hating cause I done made it
And it's my moment
Nigga please, not with my G′s but platinum rhymes on it
Up at the top from the bottom
Now I got your eyes on it
Nigga, this is iconic

How you living dog? What?
Straight up on my own now
Solo in my home now
Fakes up out my zone now
El Dorados at Don Pablo's with fly hoes
With Pookie, Mike, Montas and Chiefa off in the Tahoe
I play the down low
Cause now that's how the shit goes
Reclining up on my low
Private escorts to shows
So don′t be surprised when you hear noise riding right by
Cause everybody that see me when I pop′ll be like ahhh
I freeze frames
With perfect pictures, bleed brains
This is myself
Now they talking bout, "He's changed"
Naw man, I just upgraded my game, I left that
Fuck penny change, and pushing thangs
This where my wealth at
I know a lot of y′all can't handle
I made a choice like a man bruh
And rock with Alexander
I see no other way for me dog so fuck it
What′s these haters' excuse now?
I must got lucky

I′m sick and tired of it
Niggas judging on what I'm loving
I gots no time for it
Fuck 'em nigga
I grab my pistol and let my mind flow with
The more they keep me in line and make me grind for it
Just so I can shine for it
I′m sick and tired of it
Now y′all hating cause I done made it
And it's my moment
Nigga please, not with my G′s but platinum rhymes on it
Up at the top from the bottom
Now I got your eyes on it
Nigga, this is iconic