Shyne Feat. Foxy Brown More Or Less Lyrics

Foxy Brown:

gea

Shyne:

GEA

Walk with me
(Come on)

Foxy:
Gea
It's like New York's been soft ever since
My n____ Shyne been sittin in prison
Yeah

Verse 1
Shyne:

Check it (ugh)
Sick things, sick rings, this s___ is sickenin
Sick chain, sick aim, 5th bame, 5th frame
Bail money
Lawyers acting funny when I come through, hit em wit a bundle
On the humble
Couple notes
Seen warlords with the rolls
s___ I want one too what the f___ I'm gon do?
Forget it if it's dated we got till I'm dried and rotten
Im rockin sideways, m_________er crime pays
I need it, I get it, I got it, I chop it, I double the profit
And bubble the pockets- I'm living to die
n____s talk fly till I walk by and pop something
You m_________ers forgot something- I'm not frontin
This aint rap, music- This aint that
You f___ around, I'll have you sleepin where the saints at
Sincerly yours
Shyne m_________in Po
b____ get your bags, hit the m________in do'

Chorus 2x
Shyne:

May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings n____ (more or less (Foxy))
f___ing big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))

Verse 2
Shyne:

A G is a G
A ki is a ki
A snitch is a fish with no fins that can't swim when I dump him in the river
Chorcoal gray R.
12 cylinders, bulletproof sentences
Trial day tentative
I sound like who?
You 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 con do it you will take it, I live it
b____ n____ I click it and pitch it
Wipe the prints up off the s___ and ditch it (ugh)
Hip hop aint responsible for violence in America, America's responsible for violence in America
Back to the flow
Nose full of blow
Rolls full of hoes
Leave a n____ clothes for the hoes
The schools did'nt want me, so the drug dealers taught me
Simple math, step on it twice and bring it back
Get four times what you paid, divide the labor cost
And still come away with enough to play
And I see the same s___ in n____s younger than me, runnin the streets
Lookin for somethin to eat

Chorus 2x
Shyne:

Verse 3
Foxy:

gea
Oh boy better get down,

Shyne:

Better run for cover when I spit rounds
Oh you in some s___ now
Get found slit down to the white meat
Im from Brooklyn vietnam n____, I like beef
Livin' these murderous streets double piped, livin the troubled life
Father was a jerk, moms had to work, Papi had the work
So I did what any real n____ would do: got infront the stove, now I got this s___ sold
f___ you punk n____s, with your punk cash, let the pump blast
Put your punk a__ in the trunk fast
What the f___ yall thought?
I bury n____s in walls, I'm the trail m_________er rappin raw
Point blank shootin n____s, 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 seein them
No more n____, secrets of war

Chorus 4x
Shyne: