'00 Freestyle Songtext
von Shyne

I, live and die for this shit, get my bitch balloons and shit
Black cartel, I be sellin′ coke in hell
Go to war with Satan, hold the blocks
Like, "You can't be serious, I need these spots."
Keep niggas′ brains on drugs
So I can keep my chain on studs
I never had much to live for
'Til papi showed me how to take that pure
And turn one to four
Now I'm in a six, ′cause the Bentley too hot
Hard top, niggas kill you quicker in the drop
It′s hell up in Babylon
Y'all stupid motherfuckers sprintin′, when this shit is a marathon
See me ten years, and ten cars later
A thousand bricks stronger, all the money I could launder
A bad bitch sniffin' coke off her tit
Quentin Tarantino couldn′t write this shit


I just wanna move mad bricks
For all the days I never had shit
Now I'm young, heartless, and rich
Pistols and pussy straight from the door
Brown paper bags full of blood money
I need more, too much ain′t enough
High off dust, the greed is never ending
Catchin' bodies, I'm what Gotti was supposed to be
It′s overwhelming
Face smothered in cocaine, against all odds
Life is what you make it, so I made it, leavin′ motherfuckers naked
Get excited watchin' niggas bleed helplessly
So I kill ′em, put 'em out they misery selflessly
All gangstas is dead or in jail
Except for me, I posted bail, all hail


Grew young niggas with a bullet and a smile
Like, "Hi, my name is"
Mr. Leafy bringers with this motherfuckin′ stainless
Fuck your bitch in the anus
Playboy, we gangstas, nigga, we ain't no fuckin′ entertainers
Rap's my alter ego, missiles and torpedoes is what I'm workin′ with
Tell me how you love that
Raw, fuck the law, we above that
Boy, you front, you get thumped, boy, we thug that
These Brooklyn niggas on some shit, stay loadin′ them clips
Black talons and them hollow tips, steady flow when they hit
The Lord is my shepherd, let's get this coke measured
′Cause all I want is plenty of guns and diamonds to flaunt
Fuck a nine to five, I got a nine and a four-five
Rip your meat, leave you with cold cheeks and closed eyes
All I wanna be is a G
Left the judge in a pool of blood, now I'm free
Bad Boy, two triple O, can′t be stopped
Not by the feds or the fuckin' cops
My watch got rocks you can see from a block
Bitches stop, and let me get up in they crotch
Another day, another shoot-out, homicide
Kickin′ in the door shit, Desert Fort shit
Puttin' everybody on the floor shit
Sneakin' Uzis up in court shit
Bitches sniffin′ coke off of Chubbers′ breasts
Real niggas bustin' TECs, sendin′ threats
With bullets puttin' niggas in ambulets
Fuck a dollar and a dream
I got a seventeen shot magazine
That materialize everything to cream
Gangsta lean, in continental laws fuckin′ R&B stars
Yeah, I like that, black Donald Trump
I hold more weight than the Klumps, nigga