Here With Me
Shyne Lyrics

P-O, nothing more to it
Shyne is introducing himself with his street name, P.O. and implying that there's no need for further explanation.

I'm gully, what, I've really been through it
Shyne boasts of his toughness and the various experiences he's gone through in his life.

From the stoupe to the coup and anything in between
Shyne has risen from the street to a more luxurious lifestyle, and he's experienced everything in between.

I carry a sleet through me, niggaz live out they dreams
He's wearing a gun and implying that he lives out his own dreams by enforcing his own brand of justice.

Throw the ones in the sky or up in the bing
Shyne dedicates his success to his friends who are either in heaven or prison.

I do it for them, when I'm crackin' them rims
Shyne is living life to the fullest, and he's doing it in honor of his friends who can't.

See me doing solo, silver pot holes
Shyne is driving his car alone and it has aftermarket wheels that can handle rough roads.

Bustin' off Roscoe's, like fuck it, I'll buy a new set tomorrow
He's shooting a gun for fun, as if his wealth can buy him out of any trouble.

I'm the horror, the system belt
Shyne sees himself as the monster of society, and he uses his gun as a weapon of punishment.

Suck liquor, out my mom's tits, instead of milk
Shyne is making a crude reference to his rough upbringing and lack of nourishment.

I'm society's filth, shit, I feel no guilt
He's been cast aside by society, and he's unconcerned about how he's viewed because he's protecting his own interests.

Well fear couldn't feed Po, what the fuck, I need mo'
Shyne has experienced so much that he no longer feels fear, but he always wants more.

Mo', mo', catch me posted up on one Pivot
He's always looking for more opportunities to advance, and he's hanging out in a specific area where he's likely to find them.

By the looks of my arm and palm, it's been a blizzard
Shyne's arms and palms are covered in tattoos, which he describes as a blizzard.

Bitches want to know, who that nigga Po
Women are curious about him, and he thinks of himself in the third person as 'Po.'

When you think of me, just think of snow
He wants people to think of him as something pure and white, like snow.

Call white, hard white, masterpiece, all white
He's talking about cocaine, which he describes as 'hard white' and 'masterpiece.'

It's alright, I could take you out tonight
He's offering to treat someone to a night out.

And put you in some things
He's suggesting that he can buy things for this person.

Have you lookin' like something, diamonds, buttons
He'll buy this person luxurious things, like jewelry and expensive clothes.

It's the predicate felon, millionaire dollar rederick
He's describing himself as someone who's been convicted of a crime and is now a millionaire.

Tellin', spittin' thesis, for my connections
Shyne is sharing his insights and opinions with the people in his network.

Leave a nigga speechless, can't talk with a gun in your throat
He's suggesting that he's intimidating and he can make people do what he wants without using words.

Yeah, I'm loc'd, been around too much dope
He's crazy and he's been around drugs too much.

All my life, brain ain't never been right
He's suggesting that he's been mentally unstable his whole life.

Don't hear shit, I air shit, niggaz lose sight
He doesn't listen to what others say, and he shoots to kill anyone who tries to interfere with him.

It's bigger than mics, come fuck with the kid
He's saying that his life is more important than music, and he challenges anyone to try and stop him.

O.G.'s look at me, like that's how I live
He's gained the respect of older, more seasoned gangsters, who recognize his talent for survival.

Niggaz look from the sky, like, yeah I stay live
People are always watching him, and they're impressed with how he's been able to stay alive.

Resurrected through the necklace or the gold coated six
He feels like he's come back to life because of his jewelry, cars, and other material possessions.

Gangsta never die, as long as I'm alive
He believes that he'll always be a gangster, and he'll never change.

And when I go, it's gon' be another Po
He thinks that when he dies, someone else will take his place and become just as notorious.

For all my niggaz who ain't here with me
Shyne dedicates his success and actions to his friends who are no longer alive or incarcerated.

You still here with me, everything that I do
He keeps the memory of his lost friends alive in his actions and decisions.

When you see that watch blue, it's for you
He's wearing a blue watch to honor his lost friends.

When you see that coupe with no roof, it's for you
He's driving a convertible car to honor his lost friends.

Kid that I fried around the way, was for for you
He's speaking about someone he's killed, and he's dedicating it to his lost friends.

Connect that I tied the other day, was for you
He's talking about a new drug connection he's made, and he's dedicating it to his lost friends.

Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and, yellow rocks
He's describing the colorful world of drugs and drug dealing.

It's the number one gunner, pop pa-pop pop
He's describing himself as the best shooter around and that he's quick to pull the trigger.

Hard top, windows black, that's the way, how gangsta mack
He's describing the car he's driving, and how it's a symbol of gangster culture.

Comin' through bumpin' Thriller, like I'm really a killa
He's listening to music that makes him feel like a killer, and he's trying to embody that persona.

Who you know fuckin' with me, them niggaz is bitter
He's suggesting that anyone who tries to challenge him or compete with him is just jealous.

No, I hit you when it's burnin' or numb
He's implying that he'll shoot someone either when they're high on drugs or completely unaware.

Who you, screw you, just for burnin' ya gums, get it right
He'll shoot someone just for talking too much and getting on his nerves.

I'm him, ya'll just rhyming
He's saying that he's the real deal, and everyone else is just rapping.

Noise over beats, ya'll niggaz hymen
He's saying that his rap is more than just music, it's a message from the streets.

My other shit is real, I'm buyin' jet fuel
He's involved in real-life criminal activities, and he can afford to buy jet fuel for his private plane.

Them cuts on my shit, is Princess Blue
He's saying that the diamonds on his jewelry sparkle and gleam like the blue skies of a fairytale.

You fuck with the kid, you get princessed too
He's saying that if anyone crosses him, he'll use his gun and jewelry to punish them.

What, ya boyfriend a rapper? This between me and you
He's saying that he doesn't care who his potential female love interest is with, and he's trying to seduce her.

And that's just how my niggaz would want it, America's most wanted
He's saying that his lost friends would approve of his behavior, and he's likening himself to a notorious criminal.

State ya name, P.O., niggaz know
He's announcing his name once again, and saying that people already know who he is and what he's done.

Bitch I hit with the long dick, it's for you
Shyne is describing a sexual encounter with a woman, and he's dedicating it to his lost friends.

Bong bong, paid time just for you
He's doing drugs and he's dedicating it to his lost friends.

Walk with me, talk with me
He's inviting someone to go on a walk and chat with him.

Let that sawed off shit, bark off with me
He's bringing his shotgun with him on this walk, and he's suggesting that they can use it together if needed.

What's up with my niggaz, I'm with my niggaz
He's back with his friends, and he's asking how they're doing.