More Or Less Lyrics - Godfather Buried Alive - Shyne

(Walk with me) 

(Come on) 

Yeah, 

It's like new york's being soft 

Ever since my nigga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah 

(Check it) 

Shit things, shit rings, this shit is sickning 

Shit chain, shit 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' 

Shit I want one 2. what the fuck I'm going do 

Forget it if its ?dated?? we got till I'm droping 

I'm rocking 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 fronting. 

This ain't rap. music. 

This ain't that. 

You fuck around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac? 

Sincerely yours 

Shyne motherfucking poe 

Bitch get your bags, hit the motherfucking door 

[Chorus: x 2] 

May the angels walk with me (more or less) 

Big things big rings nigga (more or less) 

Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less) 

I can see iv seen it all and done it all (more or less) 

G is a g 

A key is a key 

A snitch is a fish with no fins that can't 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 dick 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 ?.. bitch nigga I quick it then pitch it 

Wipe the prints up of this shit. and ditch it 

(Uh) hip hop ain't 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 nigga 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 shit, niggaz younger then me running the streets, looking for something to eat 

[Chorus: x 2] 

Oh boy you better get down, (foxy) 

You better run for cover when I spit rounds 

Oh you want some shit now , get found slit down to the white meat. 

I'm from Brooklyn Vietnam nigga, 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 nigga would do: got infront the stove, now I got this shit sold 

Fuck you punks nigga. with you're punk cash. with the punk blast put your punk ass in the trunk fast 

What the fuck why'all thought I bury niggas in walls I'm the trail motherfucker 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 won't be seem them. no more nigga . secrets of war 

[Chorus: Repeat until end] 

May the angels walk with me (more or less) 

Big things big rings nigga (more or less) 

Fucking big stars and big cars (more or less) 

I can see I've seen it all and done it all (more or less)