Текст песни Shyne f Foxy Brown - More or Less
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(Foxy) Gyeah(Shyne) Gyeah, walk with me(Foxy)Gyeah, It`s like New York`s been softever since my nigga Shyne been sittin` in prisonyeah[Verse 1] ShyneCheck it, sip things sick rings, this shit is sickeningSick chains sick aim, 5th bang 5th frameBail money lawyers actin` funny when I come thruHit `em with a bundle on a humbleCouple notes, seen boys arms with a rolls said I want one tooWhat the fuck I`m gone doBut get it if it`s there to be gotten till I`m driving byAnd I`m rockin` sideways muthafucka crime paysI need it I`ll get it I got it I`ll shop it I`ll double the profitAnd bubble the pockets, I`m living to dieNiggaz talk fly `til I walk by and pop somethin`Muthafuckas forgot somethin`, I`m not frontin`This ain`t rap, music this ain`t thatYou fuck around I`ll have you sleepin` where the saints atSincerely yours Shyne muthafuckin` PoBitch get yo bags hit the muthafuckin` door[Hook] (2x)May the angels walk with me, more or lessBig things, Big rims nigga, more or lessFuckin` big stars in big cars, more or lessI can say I seen it all and done it all, more or less[Verse 2]G is a G, a key is a key a snitch is a fishWith no fins that can`t swim when I dump him in the riverCharcoal gray are, 12 cylinders bulletproof sentencesTrial date tentativeI sound like who, ya`ll sound like trashGet off my dick and pass my cashThey don`t do it cause I rap about itI rap about it cause they do itMy musics the conduet to a ticket I live itBitch nigga I cook it and pitch itBy the prints that bought the shit and ditch itHip Hop ain`t responsible for balancing AmericaAmerica`s responsible for balancing AmericaBack to the flow nose full of doughRolls full of hoe`s leave a nigga clothes full of holesThe schools didn`t want me so the drug dealers taught meSimple math step on it twice and bring `em backGet 4 times what you paid divide the labor costsAnd still come away with enough to playAnd I see the same shit niggaz younger than meRunnin` the streets lookin for somethin` to eat[Hook] 2x[Verse 3]Ole boy betta get down better run for coverWhen I spit rounds ah you in some shit nowGet found slit down to the white meatI`m from Brooklyn Vietnam nigga I like beefBut being a bird in the street double plightLivin` a troubled life, father was a jerkMoms had to work, poppy had to workSo I did what any real nigga would doGot in front of the stove now I got the shit sowedFuck you punk niggaz witcho punk cashWith the punk blast put yo punk ass in the trunk fastThe fuck y`all thoughtI buried niggaz in walls, I`ma trill muthafucka after allPoint blank shootin niggaz point blank all the way to the bankRip yo face off then I`ll take offThe difference between me and them, you won`t be seein` themNo more, nigga secrets of war[Hook] 4x