More or Less - Shyne

(walk with me)

(come on)

[INTRO - FOXY]

Yeah,
Its like new york's being soft
Ever since my n_gga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah

[VERSE 1 - SHYNE]

(check it)
Sh_t things, sh_t rings, this sh_t is sickning
Sh_t chain, sh_t aim, 5th bame, 5th frame bare money
Lawyers acting funny when i come throught hit em with the bundle on the humble
Couple notes
?seen warlords with the rolls?
Sh_t i want one 2. what the f_ck Im going do
Forget it if its ?dated?? we got till im droping
Im rocking sideways, motherf_cker crime pays
I need it , i get it, i got it, i chop it, i double the profit
And bubble the pockets. im living to die.
N_ggas talk fly till i walk by
And pop something. you motherf_ckers forgot something im not fronting.
This aint rap. music.
This aint that.
You f_ck around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac?
Sincierly yours
Shyne motherf_cking poe
B_tch get your bags, hit the motherf_cking door

[CHORUS - X2]

May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings n_gga (more or less)
F_cking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)

[VERSE 2 - SHYNE]

G is a g
A key is a key
A snitch is a fish with no fins that cant swim when i dump him in the river
Chor-coal gray R.
12 cylinders bulletproof sentance
?trial day sentances??
I sound like who
You sound like trash
Get off my d_ck and pass my cash.
They all do it cause i rap about it, i rap about it casue they do it
My musics the con do it ?you will take it or live it ?.. b_tch n_gga i quick it then pitch it
Wipe the prints up of this sh_t. and ditch it
(uh) hip hop aint responsible for balance in america. america is responsible for balance in america
Back to the flow
Nose full of blow
Rolls full of hoes
Leave a n_gga cloths for the hoes
The schools did'nt want me . so the drug dealers taught me, simple math, step on it twice then
Bring it back
The full times wouldent pay. divide the labour costs
And still come away with enough to play
I see the same sh_t, n_ggaz younger then me running the streets, looking for something to eat

[CHORUS - X2]

May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings n_gga (more or less)
F_cking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)

[VERSE 3 - SHYNE]

Oh boy you better get down, (foxy)

U better run for cover when i spit rounds
Oh u want some sh_t now , get found slit down to the white meat.
Im from brokleyn vietnam n_gga, i like beef
Livin the murderer streets double pipe. living the trouble life.
Father was a jerk, moms had to work, papi had the dirt,
And did what any real n_gga would do: got infront the stove, now i got this sh_t sold
F_ck u punks n_gga. with ur punk cash. with the punk blast put your punk ass in the trunk fast
What the f_ck yall thought i bury n_ggas in walls im the trail motherf_cker rapping raw
Punk blame shooting niggsz point blank all the way to the bank rip your face off then i take off.
The difference between me an them. you wont be seem them. no more n_gga . secrets of war

[CHORUS (repeat till end)]

May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings n_gga (more or less)
F_cking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)

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