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Song Meaning
Verse 1
(Walk with me)
(Come on)
Verse 2
It's like new york's being soft
Ever since my nigga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah
Verse 3
(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
Verse 4
'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
Verse 5
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.
Verse 6
This ain't rap. music.
This ain't that.
You fuck around and ill have you sleeping with a safe sac?
Sincerely yours
Verse 7
Shyne motherfucking poe
Bitch get your bags, hit the motherfucking door
Verse 8
[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)
Verse 9
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.
Verse 10
12 cylinders bulletproof sentance
'Trial day sentances'
I sound like who
You sound like trash
Verse 11
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
Verse 12
(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
Verse 13
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
Verse 14
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
Verse 15
[Chorus: x 2]
Verse 16
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
Verse 17
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
Verse 18
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
Verse 19
[Chorus: Repeat until end]
Verse 20
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)

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