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 itSip 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 humbleCouple 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 paysI 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' Po
Bitch, get yo bags, hit the muthafuckin' doorMay 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 lessMay 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 lessG 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 tentativeI 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' America
America'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 backGet 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 eatMay 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 lessMay 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 lessOle 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 beefBut 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 sowedFuck 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 allPoint 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 warMay 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 lessMay 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 lessMay 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 lessMay 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