Gyeah, gyeah, walk with me, come on Gyeah, it's like New York's been soft Ever since my nigga, Shyne, been sittin' in prison Yeah, check it Sip things, sick rings, this shit is sickenin' Sick chains, sick aim, 5th bang, 5th frame Bail money, lawyers actin' funny when I come through 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 gon' do? But get it if it's there to be gotten 'til I'm driving by An' 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 An' bubble the pockets, I'm livin' to die Niggaz talk fly 'til I walk by an' 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' PoBitch, get yo bags, hit the muthafuckin' door 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 an' done it all, more or less 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 an' 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 Charcoal gray are 12 cylinders Bulletproof sentences, trial date tentative I sound like who? Y'all sound like trash Get off my dick an' pass my cash They don't do it 'cause I rap about it, I rap about it 'cause they do it My music's the conduit to a ticket, I live itBitch, nigga, I cook it an' pitch it By the prints that bought the shit an' ditch it, uh Hip hop ain't responsible for balancin' AmericaAmerica's responsible for balancin' AmericaBack to the flow nose full of dough Rolls full of hoes, 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 an' bring 'em back Get 4 times what you paid, divide the labor costs An' still come away with enough to play An' I see the same shit, niggaz younger than me Runnin' the streets, lookin' for somethin' to eat 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 an' done it all, more or less 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 an' done it all, more or less 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 bein' 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 an' them You won't be seein' them no more, nigga, secrets of war 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 an' done it all, more or less 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 an' done it all, more or less 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 an' done it all, more or less 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 an' done it all, more or less