More Or Less(Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

(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