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More or Less Lyrics

Artist: Shyne
Album: Godfather Buried Alive

Artist : Shyne Feat. Foxy Brown
Album : Godfather Buried Alive
Song : More Or Less (Formerly known as "When I Die")

Foxy Brown:

gea

Shyne:

GEA

Walk with me
(Come on)

Foxy:
Gea
It's like New York's been soft ever since
My nigga Shyne been sittin in prison
Yeah

Verse 1
Shyne:

Check it (ugh)
Sick things, sick rings, this shit is sickenin
Sick chain, sick aim, 5th bame, 5th frame
Bail money
Lawyers acting funny when I come through, hit em wit a bundle
On the humble
Couple notes
Seen warlords with the rolls
Shit I want one too what the fuck I'm gon do?
Forget it if it's dated we got till I'm dried and rotten
Im rockin sideways, motherfucker 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 motherfuckers forgot something- I'm not frontin
This aint rap, music- This aint that
You fuck around, I'll have you sleepin where the saints at
Sincerly yours
Shyne motherfuckin Po
Bitch get your bags, hit the mothafuckin do'

Chorus 2x
Shyne:

May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings nigga (more or less (Foxy))
Fucking big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))

Verse 2
Shyne:

A G is a G
A ki is a ki
A snitch is a fish with no fins that can't swim when I dump him in the river
Chorcoal gray R.
12 cylinders, bulletproof sentences
Trial day tentative
I sound like who?
You 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 con do it you will take it, I live it
Bitch nigga I click it and pitch it
Wipe the prints up off the shit and ditch it (ugh)
Hip hop aint responsible for violence in America, America's responsible for violence in America
Back to the flow
Nose full of blow
Rolls full of hoes
Leave a nigga clothes for the hoes
The schools did'nt want me, so the drug dealers taught me
Simple math, step on it twice and bring it back
Get four times what you paid, divide the labor cost
And still come away with enough to play
And I see the same shit in niggas younger than me, runnin the streets
Lookin for somethin to eat

Chorus 2x
Shyne:

May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings nigga (more or less (Foxy))
Fucking big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))

Verse 3
Foxy:

gea
Oh boy better get down,

Shyne:

Better run for cover when I spit rounds
Oh you in some shit now
Get found slit down to the white meat
Im from Brooklyn vietnam nigga, I like beef
Livin' these murderous streets double piped, livin the troubled life
Father was a jerk, moms had to work, Papi had the work
So I did what any real nigga would do: got infront the stove, now I got this shit sold
Fuck you punk niggas, with your punk cash, let the pump blast
Put your punk ass in the trunk fast
What the fuck yall thought?
I bury niggas in walls, I'm the trail motherfucker rappin raw
Point blank shootin niggas, point blank all the way to the bank
Rip your face off then I take off
The difference between me and them, you won't be seein them
No more nigga, secrets of war

Chorus 4x
Shyne:

May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings nigga (more or less (Foxy))
Fucking big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))

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