เนื้อเพลง More or Less - Shyne

(walk with me)

(come on)

[INTRO - FOXY]

Yeah,
Its like new york's being soft
Ever since my n*gga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah

[VERSE 1 - SHYNE]

(check it)
Sh*t things, sh*t rings, this sh*t is sickning
Sh*t chain, sh*t 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?
Sh*t i want one 2. what the f*ck Im going do
Forget it if its ?dated?? we got till im droping
Im rocking sideways, motherf*cker 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*ggas talk fly till i walk by
And pop something. you motherf*ckers forgot something im not fronting.
This aint rap. music.
This aint that.
You f*ck around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac?
Sincierly yours
Shyne motherf*cking poe
B*tch get your bags, hit the motherf*cking door

[CHORUS - X2]

May the angels walk with me (More or Less)
Big things big rings n*gga (more or less)
F*cking 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 d*ck 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 ?.. b*tch n*gga i quick it then pitch it
Wipe the prints up of this sh*t. 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 n*gga 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 sh*t, n*ggaz 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*gga (more or less)
F*cking 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 sh*t now , get found slit down to the white meat.
Im from brokleyn vietnam n*gga, 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*gga would do: got infront the stove, now i got this sh*t sold
F*ck u punks n*gga. with ur punk cash. with the punk blast put your punk ass in the trunk fast
What the f*ck yall thought i bury n*ggas in walls im the trail motherf*cker 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 n*gga . secrets of war

[CHORUS (repeat till end)]

May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings n*gga (more or less)
F*cking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)