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conversations.value: Write me a song called More or Less with the following description: The 3rd song off Shyne’s ‘04 album, Godfather Buried Alive. Produced by no other than Mr. Kanye West, and features Foxy Brown on the hook. What could go wrong?
  This was also on Kanye’s 2003 I’m Good mixtape sans Foxy Brown and simply titled “When I Die” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Foxy Brown & Shyne]
  Gyeah
  Gyeah, walk with me
  Gyeah, 
  It's like New York's been soft
  Ever since my nigga Shyne been sittin' in prison
  Yeah
  [Verse 1: Shyne]
  Check it, sick things, sick rings, this shit is sickening
  Sick chains sick aim, 
  5th bang 5th frame
  Bail money lawyers actin' funny when I come through
  Hit 'em with a bundle on the humble
  Couple notes,
   
  seen Boy George with a Rolls
  Shit, I want one too
  What the fuck I'm gon' do
  But get it if it's there to be gotten 'til I'm dried and rotten
  And I'm rockin' sideways muthafucka crime pays
  I need it, I'll get it, I got it, I'll chop it, I'll double the profit
  And bubble the pockets, I'm living to die
  Niggas talk fly 'til I walk by and 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' do' [Chorus: Shyne]
  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 and done it all, more or less
  [Verse 2: Shyne]
  A G is a G, a ki is a ki, a snitch is a fish (as in kilo)
  With no fins that can't swim when I dump him in the river
  Charcoal gray R, 12 cylinders bulletproof sentences
  Trial day tentative
  I sound like who? ya'll sound like trash
  Get off my dick and 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 and pitch it
  Wipe the prints up off the shit and ditch it, uh
  Hip-Hop ain't responsible for violence in America
  America's responsible for violence America
  Back to the flow nose full of blow
  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 and bring it back
  Get 4 times what you paid, divide the labor costs
  And still come away with enough to play
  And I see the same shit in niggas younger than me
  Runnin' the streets lookin for somethin' to eat [Chorus: Shyne]
  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 and done it all, more or less
  [Verse 3: Shyne]
  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 being a bird in the street, double plight
  Livin' a troubled life, father was a jerk
  Moms had to work, papi had the works
  So I did what any real nigga would do
  Got in front the stove, now I got this shit sold
  Fuck you punk niggas wit' yo' punk cash
  Let the pump blast, put yo punk ass in the trunk fast
  The fuck y'all thought
  I bury niggas in walls, I'mma trill muthafucka after all
  Point blank shootin niggas point blank all the way to the bank
  Rip yo face off then I take off
  The difference between me and them, you won't be seein' them
  No more, nigga, secrets of war
  [Chorus: Shyne]
  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 and done it all, more or lesse