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(walk with me)
(come on)
INTRO - FOXY
Yeah,
Its like new york's being soft
Ever since my nigg* shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah
VERSE 1 - SHYNE
(check it)
s**t things, s**t rings, this s**t is sickning
s**t chain, s**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?
s**t i want one 2. what the fk Im going do
Forget it if its ?dated?? we got till im droping
Im rocking sideways, motherfker 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.
talk fly till i walk by
And pop something. you motherfkers forgot something im not fronting.
This aint rap. music.
This aint that.
You fk around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac?
Sincierly yours
Shyne motherfking poe
b*tch get your bags, hit the motherfking door
CHORUS - X2
May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigg* (more or less)
fking 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 nigg* i quick it then pitch it
Wipe the prints up of this s**t. and ditch it
(uh) hip hop aint 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 nigg* 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 s**t, 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 nigg* (more or less)
fking 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 s**t now , get found slit down to the white meat.
Im from brokleyn vietnam nigg*, 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 nigg* would do: got infront the stove, now i got this s**t sold
fk u punks nigg*. with ur punk cash. with the punk blast put your punk as* in the trunk fast
What the fk yall thought i bury in walls im the trail motherfker 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 nigg* . secrets of war
CHORUS (repeat till end)
May the angels walk with me (more or less)
Big things big rings nigg* (more or less)
fking big stars and big cars (more or less)
I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less)
