Behind The Walls (East Coast Gangsta Mix) Lyrics by Shyne
Burn so crooked
The poet likes to spit
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Burn so crooked
The poet likes to spit
The lord is my shepherd
Let’s get this coke measured
It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain
Fo’ albums in the can and I’m STILL in the game (what up?)
Once upon a time, not long ago
When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo’