Shyne - More Or Less Lyrics
(walk with me)(come on)[INTRO - FOXY]Yeah,Its like new york's being softEver since my nigga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah[VERSE 1 - SHYNE](check it)Shit things, shit rings, this shit is sickningShit chain, shit aim, 5th bame, 5th frame bare moneyCouple notes?seen warlords with the rolls?Shit i want one 2. what the ***** Im going doForget it if its ?dated?? we got till im dropingIm rocking sideways, mother*****er crime paysI need it , i get it, i got it, i chop it, i double the profitAnd bubble the pockets. im living to die.Niggas talk fly till i walk byAnd pop something. you mother*****ers forgot something im not fronting.This aint rap. music.This aint that.You ***** around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac?Sincierly yoursShyne mother*****ing poe***** get your bags, hit the mother*****ing door[CHORUS - X2]May the angels walk with me (more or less)Big things big rings nigga (more or less)*****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 gA key is a keyA snitch is a fish with no fins that cant swim when i dump him in the riverChor-coal gray R.12 cylinders bulletproof sentance?trial day sentances??I sound like whoYou sound like trashGet off my dick and pass my cash.They all do it cause i rap about it, i rap about it casue they do itthen pitch itWipe the prints up of this shit. and ditch itbalance in americaBack to the flowNose full of blowRolls full of hoesLeave a nigga cloths for the hoesit twice thenBring it backThe full times wouldent pay. divide the labour costsAnd still come away with enough to playsomething to eat[CHORUS - X2]May the angels walk with me (more or less)Big things big rings nigga (more or less)*****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 roundsOh u want some shit now , get found slit down to the white meat.Im from brokleyn vietnam nigga, i like beefLivin the murderer streets double pipe. living the trouble life.Father was a jerk, moms had to work, papi had the dirt,soldthe trunk fastrapping rawthen i take off.secrets of war[CHORUS (repeat till end)]May the angels walk with me (more or less)Big things big rings nigga (more or less)*****ing big stars and big cars (more or less)I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)
