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Embed: 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' Po
Bitch, 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 it

Bitch, 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' America

Back 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
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More or Less Lyrics

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' Po
Bitch, 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 it

Bitch, 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' America

Back 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

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Shyne (real name Moses Michael Leviy (born Jamal Barrow) is a rapper born on November 18, 1978 in Belize City, Belize to a Belizean Creole politician and a Garifuna mother.

SHYNE'S BIO

As a child, he was spurned by his father due to his illegitimacy and mixed ethnicity. Shyne is said to be a practicing Jew. Born in Belize, Barrow relocated with his mother to Brooklyn, in New York's Flatbush district at about age 13. Despite some time on the streets in his early teens, Shyne subsequently held down a steady job while continuing his education and pursuing his interest in music. He was fortuitously overheard rhyming in a barbershop by producer DJ Clark Kent, who, noting the young rapper's vocal similarity to the late Notorious B.I.G., steered him towards Combs and Bad Boy.

A protégé of P. Diddy who had been touted as the new star of Bad Boy Entertainment following the Notorious B.I.G.'s death, Shyne's career was left in the balance by his indictment on an attempted murder charge in January 2000. His involvement in the previous month's notorious nightclub incident (at Club New York on December 27, 1999), in which his mentor was also embroiled, hampered the promotion of his debut album. At the same time, however, the encounter raised Shyne's street credibility.

In 1998, Shyne signed a lucrative deal with the company, making low-key appearances on various Bad Boy compilations and solo albums while working on his own debut album. Immediately following the nightclub fracas, Shyne was brought center stage in the ensuing media circus. He was freed on bail in time for the release of his debut single "Bad Boyz", which featured vocal contributions from Barrington Levy. His self-titled debut, a gangsta rap album generally panned by the media as an uninspiring and mediocre, was eventually released in September. Shortly thereafter, on June 1, 2001, Jamal Barrow was charged in a New York court with first-degree assault, gun possession, and reckless endangerment. The trial was presided over by New York State Supreme Court Justice Charles Solomon, who commented that Shyne was intelligent and talented, but nevertheless guilty. He was sentenced to 10 years in prison, a sentence that Shyne is still serving at Clinton Correctional Facility as of 2005.

Meanwhile, Puffy and his bodyguard, Anthony "Wolf" Jones, were acquitted of all charges. The seeming abandonment or betrayal of Shyne (some fans and journalists have labelled him as Puff Daddy's "fall guy") has driven a wedge between them, with Shyne leaving Bad Boy Records for Def Jam.
Album cover for "Godfather Buried Alive"
Album cover for "Godfather Buried Alive"

Since his imprisonment, Shyne has gone on to release his sophomore album, Godfather Buried Alive. On the album he dissed various artists, namely 50 Cent (on the track For the Record) The album has been criticised as being incomplete and underpromoted by his label, with several tracks having been literally "phoned in" from prison. He did enjoy one modest hit from the album: Jimmy Choo, a song that featured the vocal stylings of R&B singer Ashanti. He is now signed to his own Gangland imprint on Def Jam Records.

Goodfather Buried Alive sold more than 500,000 units. Shyne now protest disent towards Def Jam and now in searching other record labels to release his music. The Black Wall Street Records and Death Row Records have persued interest in the rapper. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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