(Foxy) Gyeah
(Shyne) Gyeah, walk with me
(Foxy)
Gyeah, It`s like New York`s been soft
ever since my nigga Shyne been sittin` in prison
yeah
[Verse 1] Shyne
Check it, sip things sick rings, this shit is sickening
Sick chains sick aim, 5th bang 5th frame
Bail money lawyers actin` funny when I come thru
Hit `em with a bundle on a humble
Couple notes, seen boys arms with a rolls said I want one too
What the fuck I`m gone do
But get it if it`s there to be gotten till I`m driving by
And I`m rockin` sideways muthafucka crime pays
I need it I`ll get it I got it I`ll shop it I`ll double the profit
And bubble the pockets, I`m living to die
Niggaz talk fly `til I walk by and pop somethin`
Muthafuckas forgot somethin`, I`m not frontin`
This ain`t rap, music this ain`t that
You fuck around I`ll have you sleepin` where the saints at
Sincerely yours Shyne muthafuckin` Po
Bitch get yo bags hit the muthafuckin` door
[Hook] (2x)
May the angels walk with me, more or less
Big things, Big rims nigga, more or less
Fuckin` big stars in big cars, more or less
I 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 fish
With no fins that can`t swim when I dump him in the river
Charcoal gray are, 12 cylinders bulletproof sentences
Trial date tentative
I sound like who, ya`ll 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 conduet to a ticket I live it
Bitch nigga I cook it and pitch it
By the prints that bought the shit and ditch it
Hip Hop ain`t responsible for balancing America
America`s responsible for balancing America
Back to the flow nose full of dough
Rolls full of hoe`s leave a nigga clothes full of holes
The schools didn`t want me so the drug dealers taught me
Simple math step on it twice and bring `em back
Get 4 times what you paid divide the labor costs
And still come away with enough to play
And I see the same shit niggaz younger than me
Runnin` the streets lookin for somethin` to eat
[Hook] 2x
[Verse 3]
Ole boy betta get down better run for cover
When I spit rounds ah you in some shit now
Get found slit down to the white meat
I`m from Brooklyn Vietnam nigga I like beef
But being a bird in the street double plight
Livin` a troubled life, father was a jerk
Moms had to work, poppy had to work
So I did what any real nigga would do
Got in front of the stove now I got the shit sowed
Fuck you punk niggaz witcho punk cash
With the punk blast put yo punk ass in the trunk fast
The fuck y`all thought
I buried niggaz in walls, I`ma trill muthafucka after all
Point blank shootin niggaz point blank all the way to the bank
Rip yo face off then I`ll take off
The difference between me and them, you won`t be seein` them
No more, nigga secrets of war
[Hook] 4x
