More Or Less

Yeah

Its like new york's being soft

Ever since my ni**a shyne's been sitting in prison yeah

Check it

Sick things sick rings

This sh*t is sicking

Sick chain sick aim

5th bame 5th frame bail money

Lawyers acting funny

When I come through hit em with the bundle on the humble

Couple notes

Seen warlords with the rolls

Sh*t I want one 2 what the f**k I'm going do

Forget it if its dated we got till I'm dried and rotten

I'm rocking sideways motherf**ker crime pays

I need it I get it I got it I chop it I double the profit

And bubble the pockets I'm living to die

Niggas talk fly till I walk by

And pop something

You motherf**kers forgot something I'm not fronting

This ain't rap music

This ain't that

You f**k around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac

Sincerely yours

Shyne motherf**king poe

B**ch get your bags hit the motherf**king door

May the angels walk with me more or less

Big things big rings ni**a more or less

F**king big stars and big cars more or less

I can see iv seen it all and done it all more or less

May the angels walk with me more or less

Big things big rings ni**a more or less

F**king big stars and big cars more or less

I can see iv seen it all and done it all more or less

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

Chor-coal gray R

12 cylinders bulletproof sentence

Trial day sentences

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 cause they do it

My musics the con do it

You will take it or live it b**ch ni**a I click it then pitch it

Wipe the prints up of this sh*t and ditch it

Hip hop ain't 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 ni**a clothes for the holes

The schools didn't want me

So the ** dealers taught me

Simple math step on it twice then

Bring it back

The full times wouldn't pay divide the labour costs

And still come away with enough to play

I see the same sh*t

Niggaz younger then me running the streets

Looking for something to eat

May the angels walk with me more or less

Big things big rings ni**a more or less

F**king big stars and big cars more or less

I can see iv seen it all and done it all more or less

May the angels walk with me more or less

Big things big rings ni**a more or less

F**king big stars and big cars more or less

I can see iv seen it all and done it all more or less

Oh boy you better get down (foxy)

U better run for cover when I spit rounds

Oh u in some sh*t now

Get found slit down to the white meat

I'm from Brooklyn Vietnam ni**a I like beef

Living 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 ni**a would do:

Got in front the stove now I got this sh*t sold

F**k u punks ni**a with your punk cash

With the punk blast put your punk a** in the trunk fast

What the f**k yall thought I bury niggas in walls

I'm the trail motherf**ker rapping raw

Punk blame shooting niggaz point blank

All the way to the bank rip your face off then I take off

The difference between me an them

You won't be seem them no more ni**a secrets of war

May the angels walk with me more or less

Big things big rings ni**a more or less

F**king big stars and big cars more or less

I can see iv seen it all and done it all more or less

May the angels walk with me more or less

Big things big rings ni**a more or less

F**king big stars and big cars more or less

I can see iv seen it all and done it all more or less

May the angels walk with me more or less

Big things big rings ni**a more or less

F**king big stars and big cars more or less

I can see iv seen it all and done it all more or less