Shyne - More Or Less lyrics

(walk with me) (come on) [INTRO - FOXY] Yeah, Its like new york's being soft Ever since my n***a shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah [Verse 1 - SHYNE] (check it) sh** things, sh** rings, this sh** is sickning sh** chain, sh** aim, 5th bame, 5th frame bail money Lawyers acting funny when I come throught hit em with the bundle on the humble Couple notes ?seen warlords with the rolls? sh** I want one 2. what the f** Im going do Forget it if its ?dated?? we got till im dried and rotten Im rocking sideways, motherf**er 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***as talk fly till I walk by And pop something. you motherf**ers forgot something im not fronting. This aint rap. music. This aint that. You f** around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac? Sincierly yours Shyne motherf**ing poe b**h get your bags, hit the motherf**ing door [Chorus - X2] May the angels walk with me (more or less) Big things big rings n***a (more or less) f**ing 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 dick and pa** 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**h n***a I click it then pitch it Wipe the prints up of this sh**. and ditch it (uh) hip hop aint responsible for violence in america. america is responsible for violence in america Back to the flow Nose full of blow Rolls full of hoes Leave a n***a clothes 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**, n***az 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***a (more or less) f**ing 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 in some sh** now , get found slit down to the white meat. Im from brokleyn vietnam n***a, 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***a would do: got infront the stove, now I got this sh** sold f** u punks n***a. with ur punk cash. with the punk blast put your punk a** in the trunk fast What the f** yall thought I bury n***as in walls im the trail motherf**er rapping raw Punk blame shooting n**sz 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***a . secrets of war [Chorus (repeat till end)] May the angels walk with me (more or less) Big things big rings n***a (more or less) f**ing big stars and big cars (more or less) I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)