Shyne More Or Less feat. Foxy Brown Lyrics

(Foxy) Gyeah

(Shyne) Gyeah, walk with me

(Foxy)
Gyeah, It's like New York's been soft
ever since my n____ Shyne been sittin' in prison
yeah

[Verse 1] Shyne
Check it, sip things sick rings, this s___ is sickening
Sick chains sick aim, 5th bang 5th frame
Bail money lawyers actin' funny when I come thru
Hit 'em with a bundle on a humble
Couple notes, seen boys arms with a rolls said I want one too
What the f___ I'm gone do
But get it if it's there to be gotten till I'm driving by
And I'm rockin' sideways m____fucka crime pays
I need it I'll get it I got it I'll shop it I'll double the profit
And bubble the pockets, I'm living to die
n____z talk fly 'til I walk by and pop somethin'
m____fuckas forgot somethin', I'm not frontin'
This ain't rap, music this ain't that
You f___ around I'll have you sleepin' where the saints at
Sincerely yours Shyne m____fuckin' Po
b____ get yo bags hit the m____fuckin' door

[Hook] (2x)
May the angels walk with me, more or less
Big things, Big rims n____, more or less
f___in' big stars in big cars, more or less
I can say I seen it all and done it all, more or less

[Verse 2]
G is a G, a key is a key a snitch is a fish
With no fins that can't swim when I dump him in the river
Charcoal gray are, 12 cylinders bulletproof sentences
Trial date tentative
I sound like who, ya'll sound like trash
Get off my d___ and pass my cash
They don't do it cause I rap about it
I rap about it cause they do it
My musics the conduet to a ticket I live it
b____ n____ I cook it and pitch it
By the prints that bought the s___ and ditch it
Hip Hop ain't responsible for balancing America
America's responsible for balancing America
Back to the flow nose full of dough
Rolls full of hoe's leave a n____ clothes full of holes
The schools didn't want me so the drug dealers taught me
Simple math step on it twice and bring 'em back
Get 4 times what you paid divide the labor costs
And still come away with enough to play
And I see the same s___ n____z younger than me
Runnin' the streets lookin for somethin' to eat

[Hook] 2x

[Verse 3]
Ole boy betta get down better run for cover
When I spit rounds ah you in some s___ now
Get found slit down to the white meat
I'm from Brooklyn Vietnam n____ I like beef
But being a bird in the street double plight
Livin' a troubled life, father was a jerk
Moms had to work, poppy had to work
So I did what any real n____ would do
Got in front of the stove now I got the s___ sowed
f___ you punk n____z witcho punk cash
With the punk blast put yo punk a__ in the trunk fast
The f___ y'all thought
I buried n____z in walls, I'ma trill m____fucka after all
Point blank shootin n____z point blank all the way to the bank
Rip yo face off then I'll take off
The difference between me and them, you won't be seein' them
No more, n____ secrets of war

[Hook] 4x