Shyne - More Or Less feat. Foxy Brown lyrics

rate me

(Foxy) Gyeah

(Shyne) Gyeah, walk with me

(Foxy)

Gyeah, It's like New York's been soft

ever since my nigga Shyne been sittin' in prison

yeah

[Verse 1] Shyne

Check it, sip things sick rings, this shit 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 fuck I'm gone do

But get it if it's there to be gotten till I'm driving by

And I'm rockin' sideways muthafucka 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

Niggaz talk fly 'til I walk by and pop somethin'

Muthafuckas forgot somethin', I'm not frontin'

This ain't rap, music this ain't that

You fuck around I'll have you sleepin' where the saints at

Sincerely yours Shyne muthafuckin' Po

Bitch get yo bags hit the muthafuckin' door

[Hook] (2x)

May the angels walk with me, more or less

Big things, Big rims nigga, more or less

Fuckin' 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 dick 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

Bitch nigga I cook it and pitch it

By the prints that bought the shit 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 nigga 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 shit niggaz 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 shit now

Get found slit down to the white meat

I'm from Brooklyn Vietnam nigga 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 nigga would do

Got in front of the stove now I got the shit sowed

Fuck you punk niggaz witcho punk cash

With the punk blast put yo punk ass in the trunk fast

The fuck y'all thought

I buried niggaz in walls, I'ma trill muthafucka after all

Point blank shootin niggaz 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, nigga secrets of war

[Hook] 4x