More Or Less Lyrics

More Or Less lyrics

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))