Foxy Brown:
gea
Shyne:
GEA
Walk with me
(Come on)
Foxy:
Gea
It's like New York's been soft ever since
My n**** Shyne been sittin in prison
Yeah
Verse 1
Shyne:
Check it (ugh)
Sick things, sick rings, this s*** is sickenin
Sick chain, sick aim, 5th bame, 5th frame
Bail money
Lawyers acting funny when I come through, hit em wit a bundle
On the humble
Couple notes
Seen warlords with the rolls
s*** I want one too what the f*** I'm gon do?
Forget it if it's dated we got till I'm dried and rotten
Im rockin sideways, m*********** 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
n***** talk fly till I walk by and pop something
You m************ forgot something- I'm not frontin
This aint rap, music- This aint that
You f*** around, I'll have you sleepin where the saints at
Sincerly yours
Shyne m*********** Po
b**** get your bags, hit the m********** do'
Chorus 2x
Shyne:
May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings n**** (more or less (Foxy))
f****** big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))
Verse 2
Shyne:
A G is a G
A ki is a ki
A snitch is a fish with no fins that can't swim when I dump him in the river
Chorcoal gray R.
12 cylinders, bulletproof sentences
Trial day tentative
I sound like who?
You sound like trash
Get off my d*** 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 con do it you will take it, I live it
b**** n**** I click it and pitch it
Wipe the prints up off the s*** and ditch it (ugh)
Hip hop aint responsible for violence in America, America's responsible for violence in America
Back to the flow
Nose full of blow
Rolls full of hoes
Leave a n**** clothes for the hoes
The schools did'nt want me, so the drug dealers taught me
Simple math, step on it twice and bring it back
Get four times what you paid, divide the labor cost
And still come away with enough to play
And I see the same s*** in n***** younger than me, runnin the streets
Lookin for somethin to eat
Chorus 2x
Shyne:
May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings n**** (more or less (Foxy))
f****** big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))
Verse 3
Foxy:
gea
Oh boy better get down,
Shyne:
Better run for cover when I spit rounds
Oh you in some s*** now
Get found slit down to the white meat
Im from Brooklyn vietnam n****, I like beef
Livin' these murderous streets double piped, livin the troubled life
Father was a jerk, moms had to work, Papi had the work
So I did what any real n**** would do: got infront the stove, now I got this s*** sold
f*** you punk n*****, with your punk cash, let the pump blast
Put your punk a** in the trunk fast
What the f*** yall thought?
I bury n***** in walls, I'm the trail m*********** rappin raw
Point blank shootin n*****, point blank all the way to the bank
Rip your face off then I take off
The difference between me and them, you won't be seein them
No more n****, secrets of war
Chorus 4x
Shyne:
May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings n**** (more or less (Foxy))
f****** big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))
gea
Shyne:
GEA
Walk with me
(Come on)
Foxy:
Gea
It's like New York's been soft ever since
My n**** Shyne been sittin in prison
Yeah
Verse 1
Shyne:
Check it (ugh)
Sick things, sick rings, this s*** is sickenin
Sick chain, sick aim, 5th bame, 5th frame
Bail money
Lawyers acting funny when I come through, hit em wit a bundle
On the humble
Couple notes
Seen warlords with the rolls
s*** I want one too what the f*** I'm gon do?
Forget it if it's dated we got till I'm dried and rotten
Im rockin sideways, m*********** 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
n***** talk fly till I walk by and pop something
You m************ forgot something- I'm not frontin
This aint rap, music- This aint that
You f*** around, I'll have you sleepin where the saints at
Sincerly yours
Shyne m*********** Po
b**** get your bags, hit the m********** do'
Chorus 2x
Shyne:
May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings n**** (more or less (Foxy))
f****** big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))
Verse 2
Shyne:
A G is a G
A ki is a ki
A snitch is a fish with no fins that can't swim when I dump him in the river
Chorcoal gray R.
12 cylinders, bulletproof sentences
Trial day tentative
I sound like who?
You sound like trash
Get off my d*** 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 con do it you will take it, I live it
b**** n**** I click it and pitch it
Wipe the prints up off the s*** and ditch it (ugh)
Hip hop aint responsible for violence in America, America's responsible for violence in America
Back to the flow
Nose full of blow
Rolls full of hoes
Leave a n**** clothes for the hoes
The schools did'nt want me, so the drug dealers taught me
Simple math, step on it twice and bring it back
Get four times what you paid, divide the labor cost
And still come away with enough to play
And I see the same s*** in n***** younger than me, runnin the streets
Lookin for somethin to eat
Chorus 2x
Shyne:
May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings n**** (more or less (Foxy))
f****** big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))
Verse 3
Foxy:
gea
Oh boy better get down,
Shyne:
Better run for cover when I spit rounds
Oh you in some s*** now
Get found slit down to the white meat
Im from Brooklyn vietnam n****, I like beef
Livin' these murderous streets double piped, livin the troubled life
Father was a jerk, moms had to work, Papi had the work
So I did what any real n**** would do: got infront the stove, now I got this s*** sold
f*** you punk n*****, with your punk cash, let the pump blast
Put your punk a** in the trunk fast
What the f*** yall thought?
I bury n***** in walls, I'm the trail m*********** rappin raw
Point blank shootin n*****, point blank all the way to the bank
Rip your face off then I take off
The difference between me and them, you won't be seein them
No more n****, secrets of war
Chorus 4x
Shyne:
May the angels walk with me (more or less (Foxy))
Big things big rings n**** (more or less (Foxy))
f****** big stars in big cars (more or less (Foxy))
I can say I've seen it all and done it all (more or less (Foxy))