More Or Less

Yeah...(walk with me)(come on)[INTRO - FOXY]Yeah,It's like new york's been softEver since my nigga shyne's been sittin in prison, yeah[VERSE 1 - SHYNE](check it, uh)Sick things, Sick rings, You shouda sickeningSick chain, sick aim, 5th Bang, 5th frame, bail moneyLawyers acting funny, when I come through, hit em with the bundle on the humbleCouple notesseen warlords with the rollsShit i want one too. what the fuck Im gon doForget it If its dated we gotten till im dried and rottenIm rocking sideways, motherfucking crime paysI need it, I get it, I got it, I chop it, I double the profitAnd bubble the pockets. I'm livin to die.Niggas talk fly till I walk byAnd POP something. you motherfuckers FORGOT something I am not FRONTINThis aint rap, music.This aint that.You fuck around and have you sleepin with a safe sackSincierly yours,SHYNE motherfucking POBitch get your bags, Hit the motherfucking DOOR.[CHORUS - X2]May the angels walk with me (more or less)Big things big rims nigga (more or less)Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less)[VERSE 2 - SHYNE]G is a gA key is a keyA snitch is a fish with no fiends that can't swim when I dump him in the riverChar-coal gray R.12 cylinders bulletproof sentances.trial day tentatives,I sound like who?Yall sound like trashGet off my DICK and Pass my cash.They will do it cause I rap about it, I rap about it cause they do itMy musics, they con do it you will take it I live it .. bitch nigga I click it then pitch itWipe the prints off of this shit, and ditch it(uh) Hip hop aint responsible for violence in America. America is responsible for violence in AmericaBack to the flowNose full of blowRoads full of hoesLeave a nigga clothes full of holesThe schools didn't want me. so the drug dealers taught me, simple math, step on it twice thenBring it backThe full times wouldn't pay. Divide the labour costsand still come away with enough to playand I see the same shit, niggaz younger than me, runnin the streets, lookin for somethin to Eat.[CHORUS - X2]May the angels walk with me (more or less)Big things big rims nigga (more or less)Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less)[VERSE 3 - SHYNE]Oh boy you better get down, (Foxy Brown)You better run for cover, when I spit roundsOh you in some shit now, get found, slit down to the white meat.I'm from brooklyn, Vietnam nigga, I LIKE beef.Livin the murderer streets double pipes. living the trouble life.Father was a jerk, moms had to work, papi had the worst,so I did what any real nigga would do, got in front the stove, now i got this shit soldFuck you PUNK niggas with your PUNK cash with the PUNK blast put your Punk ass in the trunk FAST.What the FUCK yall thought, I bury niggas in walls, Im a trail motherfucker rapping raw.Point blank, shooting niggas point blank all the way to the bank rip your face off then I take off.The difference between me and them. you won't be SEEING them. no more nigga. secrets of war.[CHORUS (repeat till end)]May the angels walk with me (more or less)Big things, big rims nigga (more or less)Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)I can see I've seen it all and done it all (more or less)Free Shyne