(Foxy) Gyeah
(Shyne) Gyeah, walk with me
(Foxy)
Gyeah, It's like New York's been soft
ever since my [bad word] Shyne been sittin' in prison
yeah
[Verse 1] Shyne
Check it, sip things sick rings, this [bad word] is sickening
Sick chains sick aim, 5th bang 5th frame
Bail money lawyers actin' funny when [bad word] [bad word] Hit 'em with a bundle on a humble
Couple notes, seen boys arms with a rolls said I want one too
What the [bad word] I'm gone do
But get it if it's there to be gotten till I'm driving by
And I'm rockin' sideways [bad word] crime pays
I need it I'll get it I got it I'll shop it I'll double the profit
And bubble the pockets, I'm living to die
Niggaz talk fly 'til I walk by and pop somethin' [bad word] forgot somethin', I'm not frontin'
This ain't rap, music this ain't that
You [bad word] around I'll have you sleepin' where the saints at
Sincerely yours Shyne [bad word]  Po [bad word] get yo bags hit the [bad word]  door
[Hook] (2x)
May the angels walk with me, more or less
Big things, Big rims [bad word]  more or less [bad word]  big stars in big cars, more or less
I can say I seen it all and done it all, more or less
[Verse 2]
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, ya'll sound like trash
Get off my [bad word] 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 conduet to a ticket I live it [bad word] [bad word] I cook it and pitch it
By the prints that bought the [bad word] and ditch it
Hip Hop ain't responsible for balancing America
America's responsible for balancing America
Back to the flow nose full of dough
Rolls full of hoe's leave a [bad word] clothes full of holes
The schools didn't want me so the [bad word] dealers taught me
Simple math step on it twice and bring 'em back
Get 4 times what you paid divide the labor costs
And [bad word] away with enough to play
And I see the same [bad word] niggaz younger than [bad word]  the streets lookin for somethin' to eat
[Hook] 2x
[Verse 3]
Ole boy betta get down [bad word] for cover
When I spit rounds ah you in some [bad word] now
Get found slit down to the white meat
I'm from Brooklyn Vietnam [bad word] I like beef
But being 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 [bad word] would do
Got in front of the stove now I got the [bad word] sowed [bad word] you punk niggaz witcho punk cash
With the punk blast put yo punk [bad word] in the [bad word] fast
The [bad word] y'all thought
I buried niggaz in walls, I'ma trill [bad word] 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 and them, you won't be seein' them
No more, [bad word] secrets of war
[Hook] 4x