Ii Tru – Shyste lyrics

send* corrections to the typist [Hook

Jhaz]: Shyste
niggas be tryin' to fade me Nope
I, don't [Brina]

Niggas
be tryin' to test us Don't
wanna see this here showdown Shyste
niggas be trying to fade me [Jhaz]

Shyste
niggas be tryin' to fade me Nope
I don't And
with this bullshit I cannot cope You
played me once too many times and, it's over with Dumb
trick shit I, can't stand a shyste bitch But
anyway let's, take this into deeper visions A
nigga quick to play ya is, shyste's definition Better
watch your back 'cause, shyste ones have many faces Buck
quick shyste bitch ain't go no love for them aces And
a nigga bring it on 'cause I got plenty of bangin' That's
the cut to (pay me back up) so, you knows I don't give a fuck But
shit, as, sista' down for whatever But
shystiness just gets to me - a fuckin' mental terror Clearer
are my visions shyste, ones I see right through you On
my Ps and Qs plus, I'm immune to your voodoo Fool
you, cannot handle me tell, me how did you figure Straight?
from the Clair in, here with Cliffview on, the topic of shyste niggas [Brina]

Shyste
nigga you figured you could fade me Cluckas
that try to test underestimate a thorough lady up in this game 'Cause
I done struggled in these streets Done
had too many chumps going against the grain Tryin'
to compete playa, hate in my hood runnin', they mouth like bitches All
these smiling faces that's doubtin' the camp Well
figures, wanna, be obstacles But
couldn't stop us from, hittin' them levels Shyste
fools gon' dis you no, matter if you do better I'm, a go-getter Don't
let no bustas stop no show Sista
gon' do her thang gon', run game and, stack some dough Pack
the chrome pump sister, strapped at all times Ain't
no gangsta comin' off shady gon' make me handle mine (Hook)

[Jhaz]

Now
check this nigga with a mouthpiece undercover, shyste bitch Although
you claim to be down I
find you only stick and dig trick with game But
eventually all, become recognized Eighty-six
a bitch who a shyste one best, break up all ties Got
no remorse breakin', 'em off puttin', an end to all this You
see my mind begins to click When
a shyste one's in my presence Insane
I, think not as, a matter of fact I got much that's on that other level I
done peeped all of your shystiness come to mentals The
cards on the table your, hands be as ? you envision the game But
bitch you fucked with them pros I
got my nina Brina, hollerin' so, you know I got my gauge Caught
up in the game so it ain't shit for a sista to flip anyway I'm
steady blastin' ? ass Come
on over with your crew Got
clips for days and, I'm high Sistas ?
don't give a fuck about you So
bring whatever clever, you think your plan may be My
mentals way too tight and, I hate a nigga that's shyste (Hook)

[Brina]

Tryin'
to fade a sista they, got hard-game playa, You
must didn't catch the then ? think back to verse one Son
'cause, all games ain't the same when ya Tryin'
to run up in a nigga for digital figures Thinkin'
you gettin' (over unnoticed undercover, gold-digger) Shyste
moves prove your hands can't be trusted for nothin' So
let's stop frontin' this, ? ain't for blood 'Cause
we start turn ? in your ho-cards since, damage is done Best
believe they don't how to son, better, off on the run them ho-cards I
don't deal when, shakin' your hand is a must Fool
tryin', to play games with this pay to, get paid you'll get schooled On
the real chill, them shyste-type skills before me come thrashin' Too
late to be askin' for the second chance 'Gon
see the life flashin' for being shyste Gettin'
a little too pricey to stay calm 'Cause
you should've left thangs hang the way they was but, you chose not to So
I gots to pull back my trigger finger Because
me really don't give a fuck about a shyste nigga (Hook)