Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Janie Bradford, Freddie Gorman, Brian Miller, Kanye Omari West, Jamal Barrow
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ShyneMore or Less Lyrics:
(walk with me)
(come on)
[INTRO - FOXY]
Yeah,
Its like new york's being soft
Ever since my nigga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah
[VERSE 1 - SHYNE]
(check it)
Shit things, shit rings, this shit is sickning
Shit chain, shit aim, 5th bame, 5th frame bare money
Lawyers acting funny when i come throught hit
em with the bundle on the humble
Couple notes
?seen warlords with the rolls?
Shit i want one 2. what the fuck Im going do
Forget it if its ?dated?? we got till im droping
Im rocking sideways, motherfucker 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.
Niggas talk fly till i walk by
And pop something. you motherfuckers
forgot something im not fronting.
This aint rap. music.
This aint that.
You fuck around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac?
Sincierly yours
Shyne motherfucking poe
Bitch get your bags, hit the motherfucking door
[CHORUS - X2]
May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigga (more or less)
Fucking 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 pass 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 ?.. bitch nigga i quick
it then pitch it
Wipe the prints up of this shit. and ditch it
(uh) hip hop aint responsible for balance
in america. america is responsible for
balance in america
Back to the flow
Nose full of blow
Rolls full of hoes
Leave a nigga cloths 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 shit, niggaz 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 nigga (more or less)
Fucking 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 want some shit now , get found
slit down to the white meat.
Im from brokleyn vietnam nigga, 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 nigga would
do: got infront the stove, now i got
this shit sold
Fuck u punks nigga. with ur punk cash.
with the punk blast put your punk ass
in the trunk fast
What the fuck yall thought i bury niggas
in walls im the trail motherfucker
rapping raw
Punk blame shooting niggsz 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 nigga
. secrets of war
[CHORUS (repeat till end)]
May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigga (more or less)
Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)
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