• Intro - Styles
• I'm a Ruff Ryder - Styles
• Y'all Know We In Here - Styles
• Y'all Don't Wanna Fuck - Styles
• We Thugs (My Niggas) - Styles
• The Life - Styles
• Styles - Styles
• Soul Clap - Styles
• Outro - Styles
• Nobody Believes Me - Styles
• My Brother - Styles
• Listen! - Styles
• Lick Shots - Styles
• Good Times - Styles
• Get Paid - Styles
• Dedication (Skit) - Styles
• Daddy Get That Cash - Styles
• Black Magic - Styles
• And I Came To... - Styles
• A Gangster And A Gentleman - Styles
• Good Times (I Get High) - Styles

(breathing in)
ya ya what up my niggas,
you know who it is,
its your nigga Styles,
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero,
I go by many names,
I am just glad to be doing this motherfucking album,
I am happy to be alive,
Its been awhile,
I got a lot of shit to say,
I just want everbody in this motherfucking world to hear me out,
real street nigger,
I am a badass motherfucker

Styles - Verse One]
Talk, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose
A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze
Whup you niggas out they shoes, what
Come and fuck with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin the news
P flows like NO NIGGA, twenty-six but I'm a old nigga
Don't make me fuck around and show niggas
How to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in they head
Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god
I said that was just a hobby, gun bustin the job
But the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out
And I could take em on the street and straight whip em in the house
Come through in the prettiest Porshe, the grittiest horse
State gotta talk till the city get hoarse
I'm the icin on the cake, gangsta of the state
Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin wit dawg?
[Chorus - Jadakiss]
Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder
Weed smokin, gun totin' heroin supplier
I'm a Ruff Ryder
On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Bust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder
You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire
[Styles - Verse Two]
i'm just dealin with the tension and stress
Understand I'm from the School of Hard Knock and my suspension is death
I keep the P-89 twenty shot in the coat
Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin to loc
I'm a little more than itchy
Motherfucker, when it's time to splatter your mask I burst your kidneys
So go head and get your sons on me
Like I give a fuck, like I'm givin up I got four guns on me
Get down and dirty, all time aloney
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin armor
I treat beef like a album I could poke a drama
Stay bustin a hammer, sweatin a smile
And I make sure these motherfuckers'll regret while I'm wildin
I'm the hustler on the block
With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped, what
[Chorus - Jadakiss]
[Styles - Verse Three]
You're dealin with the ghost of the past
You could sleep if you want, and get fucked with this toast in your ass
I'm the gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the best
And tell them clear the front seat and then choke you to death
Throw the gun to the chair try to open your chest
Get blood on the driver's face, window and dash
Burn the car with the body in it, bring you the ash
I get down on a hit like I'm Sigel the cold
That nigga sniffed up yo coke I could bring you his nose
If he stole money from you P could bring you his hands
The nigga talk too much I bring the ears of his mans
Need weed to calm down, need money to live life
Fuck a watch cause my time is tickin
Fuck a chain I'm already hangin
Fuck a gang I'm already bangin
Robbin niggas is my only form of steady payment
Play it sweet I might be in your house
L-O-X black mob Holiday and I'm out
What...bitch?

f/ P.K.iller, Swizz Beatz
P.K.iller!
[Verse 1]
Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us
hop in they whip and ride for us
pop niggas in the skull in they frame, shit
it's a body for a body for the love of the game
But niggas'll call the precinct with your government name
but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on
and if a nigga bury my man, I bury his mom
I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate
hop in the hoop', grab a bird, get outta the state
stay in the dirt, dog we like pieces of shit
dealin coke like cars, come lease you a brick
Holiday bitch, I show you what a 38 special do
Turn niggas vegetable, salad ass niggas
Never send a coward around violent ass niggas
I'ma always bust my gun, use my knife
ride or die, til the day I lose my life
[HOOK 2X: Swizz and P.K.iller]
Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!]
Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!]
You dealin with the streets, [YO!] you dealin with the thugs! [YO!]
You dealin with the set, [YO!] so y'all throw it up!
[Verse 2]
It don't matter who you are, or what you say
aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles
and I'll probably die young, shot in the war
but I aint never give a fuck, and I always was wild
and I'd rather have a open case, than an open face
kill every witness, I aint goin to trial
and everybody's a gangsta, nobody's pussy
there's alotta niggas lying and I know who you are
Next time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bail
I'ma kill a hundred niggas, right in front of niggas
When cops come through, they gettin it too
Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang
cocksucker, it's the Holiday crew
get money, kill niggas, do robberies too
cuz you fuckin wit the grimiest, sheistiest
can't wait to die dog, life's a bitch
[HOOK 2X]
[Verse 3]
I'ma die screamin, fuck you, meet me in hell
cuz I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeper
look at the ink on my arm, I tattooed the reaper of death
and they call me Holiday, I let a slug go in your shirt
and wait for the leak in your chest
I'll probably black out, think about my welfare days
and times I had to sleep on the steps
Niggas don't want it wit me, you could call me arrogant dog
until you get stabbed in the jaw
P'll run up in the hospital, stab you some more
don't you fuck wit no nigga that be plannin for war
I got slugs that go through you, put your man on the floor
purplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peeps
project was pussy and the lobby was sweet
niggas had alotta mouth, but they body was weak
[HOOK 2X]

f/ M.O.P.
[Styles]
My style's louder than a stereo
Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers
then show up at the burials
I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and
this M-16 is the only way to hurry y'all
Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack
If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition
Don't take it personal
gotta go to jail and if I come back and don't have my cash
then I'm hurtin you
Got a business gun, wit industry bullets
when it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin you
rings is so my contact will break up your man
I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand
I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man
cuz I do things the Don way
it's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim Conway
leave no evidence
Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents
what, motherfucker, yeah
[HOOK: Styles and M.O.P.]
Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
This is for the hood and niggas that's wild
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
If you 'bout to die or you blowin the trial
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhile
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
[Billy Danze]
Ayo let's do it for the hood
Where there's alotta homicides at
Where killers ride at, and OG's reside at
It's rugged son, I love it son I see it every day
Fuck that, we'll find another way to play
so don't mistake me for no rap artist
missin old dude is from the old school
he abide by the old rules
and our pro-tools, is 38 longs
The crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong
How could we get along
and you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot bitch
we gotta get you gone, [chapter one]
William Danze songs
All disloyal guys should be shot in they back
once, and left paralyzed [game over now]
You gon change me how
what you thought would happen
when they chained me to Fame and Styles
You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is
L! M! O! O! X! P! motherfucker!
[Fame]
You keep thinkin when I flow pa, it's a wrap
but when your ass get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap
for real, we straight thug it
Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard
Huh, we done dealt more drugs than Genovese
made dope fiends outta school principals and deans
now they all fucked up, career finished
got they ass noddin in front of the Methodon clinics
We thug it all day, but it aint the Henny in me
It's that Brownsville shit wit a splash of trinny in me
All I need is a hammer, and a clip load
I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code
It's the M.O.P.! mashin through your ghetto
rippin heavy metal, [we ruff ryde] wit Paniro
Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal shit of these OG's
what's poppin nigga
[HOOK]
[Styles]
We can beef I don't give a fuck
Cuz if you kill me, I got niggas that'll bend up your son
It's the world's most gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gun
To tell the truth I prefer the knife
cuz he physical nigga
I go in your chest I show you how to murder right
It's deep, I'ma kill your mother
and I don't care if I die
Cuz all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother
dog, I had a hard life
and I'm in love with the pain
Thug in the game wit heroin and hard white
Back to the guns the way I squeeze off threes off
leave a hole in your stomach, take a nigga knees off
Face gets splattered around, too many cops for the glock
fuck it dog, then I'm battin you down
don't you ask me what's happenin now
This aint a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what
YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS
It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway
YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS
It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit and splash of trinny in me
YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS
Bill, 38 long, the crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is strong
YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS

f/ Jadakiss, Sheek
[Styles]
All for one, one for all
[Jadakiss]
This is motherfucking beautiful
Talk to 'em baby...
[Styles]
This for the cold D's that won't snitch
[Jadakiss]
For the murderers that won't miss
[Styles]
For the hustlers that'll front bricks
[Jadakiss]
For the hoodrats that want chips
[Styles]
For the stick-up kids creepin with they Pump's ripped
[Jadakiss]
For lil' shorty with his rhyme books
[Styles]
Black girls going to school, carrying like 9 books
[Jadakiss]
For the hood niggas...
That go to work because parole, but they tryin to be good niggas
[Styles]
For all the poor mothers...
Thats always goin through the struggle, still screamin at the Lord "Love us"
[Jadakiss]
For the ghetto life...
For having to hold your medal tight lookin for a better life
[Styles]
For the family...
For if I'm rich you rich and that shit's a guarentee
[Jadakiss]
For the best of life...
For if I ride you ride the motherfucking rest of life
[Chorus: Styles]
We thugs, my niggas
Ride to the death with my man cause I motherfucking love my niggas
We ghetto, my niggas
Any time, any place, we don't give a fuck we bust metal, my niggas
We gangsta my niggas
You oughta keep your mouth shut
watch what you sayin cause we shank you, my niggas
We D-Block niggas, we don't play games
We just hit you in your frame cause we pop niggas
[Jadakiss]
Aiyyo, yo, I'ma shed blood for mine, that's one ritual
[Styles]
That's how you keep the love unconditional
[Jadakiss]
That's why we the only one the thugs listen to
[Styles]
Bitches buy records but niggas do what bitches do
[Jadakiss]
I know a few dudes doin life bids in jail
[Styles]
And they way smarter then the white kids in Yale
[Jadakiss]
But that how life is
[Styles]
And that how the gun and the knife is
[Jadakiss]
It's a shame but it's real when your enemies like ya
[Styles]
When ya come through and fishtail in Hennesey Viper
[Jadakiss]
Listen, it ain't the rappers it's the rats that worry me
[Styles]
Double R for life, D-Block til they bury me
[Jadakiss]
Scared niggas shed off
or stand in the back and aim they gat up in the air and...
[Styles]
Let off
[Jadakiss]
Througho niggas tear nigga head off, then let the blood keep drippin...
[Styles]
And just wipe the sweat off
[Chorus]
[Sheek]
Fuck with P, the thug'll come out
[Styles]
The slug'll come out
[Sheek]
You don't put in enough work, I got chu
[Styles]
No doubt
[Sheek]
They don't want Sheek to wild
[Styles]
Betta cover ya child
[Sheek]
With two guns out the sun-roof...
[Styles]
Stop us now
[Sheek]
Who that kid?
Black mask on with the latch on, the AK
swing on my shoulder like a Louie bag
[Styles]
You get it in a hurry
[Sheek]
All up in your Burberry
[Styles]
Through your assisstant
[Sheek]
You'll be set fucking kerntary
[Styles]
All y'all do me a favor...
[Sheek]
Walk with me
[Styles]
If you want money or drugs...
[Sheek]
Talk with me
[Styles]
Know I got my niggas my guns
[Sheek]
Now hawk with me
[Jadakiss]
Guess who? Jada, P, and The Sheek
[Sheek]
Three bricks
[Styles]
Three whips
[Jadakiss]
Three motherfucking ouies a week
[Styles]
Ten spots OT
[Jadakiss]
Two blew off late
[Sheek]
My niggas cop...
[Jadakiss]
Pop and talk, and we applying the pressure
[Sheek]
So when you address us...
[Styles]
It's Boss...
[Jadakiss]
Boss...
[Sheek]
And Boss
[Chorus]

f/ Pharoahe Monch
[Styles talking]
My life.. Pharoahe Monch.. Ayatollah..
Holiday Styles.. Double R.. Rawkus Records..
Pharoahe talk to 'em.. let 'em try to understand..
Let 'em try.. let 'em try now...
[Chorus: Pharoahe]
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me
Cuz where I come from, so often
People you grew up with, layin in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in spite
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life...
[Styles]
Is based on, lightin blunts, loadin guns
tellin my lawyers to get the case gone (uh-huh)
I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
so I can switch my residence - get a truck and a Lex
Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em
I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends
I light a blunt cuz never will the struggle end
So you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it, you ain't in the role
so you really can't budge a nigga - you oughta love a nigga
For the fact that it's my world and my life but still I'm a rugged nigga
They say you buggin nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin nigga
You talkin bullshit then kick it with another nigga
I got a bigger bed and I need a cover nigga
And I ain't got friends - I got enemies
So if they with me, then that means they my brother niggaz
[Chorus: Pharoahe]
[Styles]
Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead
Run around hustlin, scared of the feds
They said death is eternal sleep
but the only thing is you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed
So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
They got big momma hurtin instead
My life is makin the verse - but the handcuffs
the bullpens, the jail cells is makin it worse
Tell mom I don't go to the church - tell Haq I dont' go to Mosque
I blow blunts, hold guns, and I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
I play the part, and my heart seem colder than March
But on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June
I have talks with the Lord and he'll be callin me soon, what
And my life is all I have - my family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs what
[Chorus: Pharoahe] - 2X
My life...
My life...
My life...
My life...

f/ Jadakiss
Yeah, Holiday, Gary
I don't want y'all to compare me to niggas no more
Unless they got a case pending
Unless they poke somethin up
Unless they keepin it real gutter, y'know
[Verse 1]
SP I'm the closest thing to poison it is
you think you hot, I'ma boil your kid
you think you cool, I'ma throw you in the river wit some cement shoes
you could sleep with the fishes
Niggas actin funny so I gotta keep it movin I dont speak to the bitches
We could handle this like gangstas
Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker
That money get dropped off, so do he
Right off the booth of his mama' building
Feel the drama building
Told y'all niggas don't fuck wit P
I said fuck rap and a verse
I get down like the bishops, wit the way you clap at the hearse
I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of verc
I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac
wit niggas that'll take twenty a body, the shottie will handle that
[HOOK: Styles and Jadakiss]
Styles
Paniro the most, you hearin the Ghost
Styles
Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin funny then body the kid, let's go
Styles
Mafia boss, rockin the corpse
Styles
Pullin the three, cockin the four
Styles
We're closin the windows and lockin the doors
You could die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy the option is yours, c'mon
[Verse 2]
I smoke weed cuz the future is grim
I'm knockin this ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz
my lil man been runnin since the shootin begin
y'all niggas talk about cases of Crist'
I talk about cases where niggas get life of the shit
and your girl visit two years, mom come forever
but near one of your mans aint right wit his shit
but like corn I'ma flip, smokin weed influenced by the fix
and old timers with the toolies by the hips
So come and creep wit me
and I aint lyin when I tell these motherfuckers
that I got the streets in me
one felony, wit two cases beat
so be about your business when you come and beef wit me
I got coke for sale and I got dope for sale
if you wanna cop some work you oughta come and speak wit me
[HOOK]
[Verse 3]
Y'all niggas know my name, but you don't know my style
What make it all ironic is the shit is the same
Keep a milli in the coat, puffin on the chronic
in the hood wit my niggas that's distributin 'caine
If your man get bodied, number one rule is you body somethin back
then live with the pain
young guns of this shit, so when I get hit
I'ma yell Sheek and 'Kiss let's finish the game
I got discipline and dedication
I'm the boss of the S N F, that's the Shootin Niggas Federation
Light a blunt and get cloudy wit me
Go get your gun and get rowdy wit me
It's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the four
Don't you ask me what I'm robbing you for, what
cuz you was talkin big money
and I'm a little broke and I'm a firm believer in equality dog, what
[HOOK] - 2X

[Verse 1]
I'ma drink til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday
I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass
That's one more chance, Dick Frank White aint dead
Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light aint red
matter fact just wanna leave cuz the fights is on
I'ma still be here when the lights is on
Got a fat ass in front of me, Dutch in my mouth
wit a Corona in my left hand
you try to front I'll coma your best man
I keep a trick on my sleeve, more like a two fifth on my sleeve
then I switch it to the trey-duce
in my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose
It's like thugs aint partyin, I smoke 20 dimes
I seen 20 dimes I love they body and
P tryin to score for the night
and to tell you the truth, my shit blown if we war for the night
[HOOK] - 2X
We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
and aint nobody leavin til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap [gun clicks]
Can I get a Soul Clap [gun clicks]
[Verse 2]
Ayo shit is still gravy though
I keep a open case, the block hot I need a song for the radio
P at the club, niggas scared to let they lady go
Foot Locker 4 for 20's
Coulda had her some jeans, Nike Airs, I keep all my money
Still slide out the club wit a gorgeous honey
I don't care if it's a hole in the wall, I feel comfortable
Violate P, that's a hole in your jaw
All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier
I'm trying to talk to a dime
Motherfucker, but I still take my time
cocksucker, to rob y'all niggas for y'all Cardiers
I got a flow that you hardly hear
and a gun wit a silencer, why cuz they hardly hear
I got honies flockin around, smoke in the air
wit a cool ass bomb like Bob Marley there
[HOOK] - 2X
[Verse 3]
I'm the gentleman to hold the door
I'm the gangsta that's lettin off the three while loadin the four
rather get a Soul Clap than clap your soul
honey askin how many blunts I have to roll
I'ma smoke til I'm high, drink til I'm drunk
I'm on my tour, shit and I aint get a wink in a month
My favorite color is green
but I'm stacked for the moment so I'ma pick pink for the month
If you could take a hint, then after this party
if you want, hop in the Viper limo with the tints
Got the fifty Cal, so hold that
Tell 'em roll back
I show niggas the real meaning of Soul Clap
[HOOK] - 4X

Yeah my niggaz, just spend a little bit of time with the ghost
holiday, styles, pinero, well you listen to me
real niggaz feel me, some real nggaz probably won't feel me
but as you know me, I don't really give a fuck
before I leave I'd like to give a word to the shorties
despite what I say, despite what you see in the streets
dspite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got consequences and repercussions,
so you're best bet better be to stay in school
hit the books, stay off the streets if possble
to those on the streets, who feel stuck in the game
to those in jail, thats just how shit goes sometimes
we make do wit what we got.
to all mc's, poets, lyricists, people such as myself, ghostly individuals
you should listen to my album, and listen and listen and listen
I dont know what i'ma sell or none or that shit
I would say i dont give a fuck but i'd probably be lying
I love to get money and break it down wit my niggaz
but in case i don't, the most important thing is respect and honor
and i got plenty of that, so until sheek lou child, next l.o.x. album
and all the mtherfucking rest of the albums we do from the double R
to the d block, to anybody else whose our motherfucking family putting down an
album, we gon crush yall motherfuckers
Well this one is the ghost, my lil niggaz stay outta trouble,
my big niggaz who in trouble, hold ya head and everybody in the motherfucking
struggle, I love you and if you love me,
shit i'll see you when I get there, One.

f/ Cross, J-Hood, Sheek
Ahh... today's narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha...
This is a true story ladies and gentlemen
You might not believe it though
But fuck it, thats why I'm the ghost
(Styles)
I'm about to open up
Listen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up
He said
(Cross)
Your gun is in the closet flippin
Talkin bout I get the most action he about to soak me up
(Styles)
So I went to the closet said "Hammer what's wrong with you?"
(Sheek)
You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to you
(Styles)
I said I just beat a case daddy
And I'm trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this weight daddy
Then the hammer said
(Sheek)
Man listen, used the knife twice in a row
Tell me if the plan switchin
Cause we used to get around together
We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it's now or never
(Styles)
I said hammer take it easy baby
Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby
And all you gotta do is chill a while
And then the hammer said "cool" cuz you know that I feel you Styles
(Chorus: Styles)
I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
But nobody believe that my money talk to me
(Styles)
My knife said to me
(Cross)
I hawk niggas down, bust arteries
(Styles)
And he get bright red for me
Knife you my nigga but leave me alone
I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone
I said "Haze what the hell is up?"
He said
(J-Hood)
You know how we do, you know that we crew
So where's the vanilla dutch
(Styles)
Rolling something up,
Thinking about killing every rapper in the game
And holding something up
My haze said to me
(J-Hood)
You need to calm down when the rage come to you
'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you
But you don't give a fuck
So just open up your book and let your page come to you
(Styles)
Even though I'm humble and noble
I don't give a fuck
You ain't tryin to hear me I'ma shoot through your mobile
It's funny, I'll stalk you
Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo 'less your money start talking
(Chorus)
(Styles)
My money spoke to me
It said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there wouldn't be no hope for me
Money ain't everything, and then he laughed at me
And said the hammer oughta blast at me
He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail
Take a look at the cars and the crib
I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth
Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south
Shit, I'm the reason why the block jumping
Let a nigga try to stop something, D-Block'll pop something
And I'm the reason why you ride or die
Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye
I said money you the root of evil
How they print "In God We Trust" knowing what you do to people
But I'm a hard felon
So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause I heard my car yelling
(Chorus)

(Answering machine): I'm not the only one living here,
please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone. One!
(Styles): I just wanted to speak to him.... I got too much words...
I got a lot of words... let's see.. yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Life is a circle of pain
The darkest clouds, end up like the purplest rain
They say patience is a virtue in the game
Fuck it, I guess I died when my brother died
Cause to tell you the truth, I feel like I'm the curse in the game
My vision is blurred, dreams is shattered, my heart is broke
Pain so deep I find it hard to cope
Missin your smile and missing your style
I figured I'm the next one dead so we could kick it a while
Cause your name lives on, the sun still shine
Every time your baby mom life up your child
I guess I gotta switch my angle now
Take a positive look, hit a blunt my little brothers with the angels now
Some of us fall and some of us fly
But at the end of the book baby all of us die
Word, my nigga
[Chorus]
There's my brother
I could smile, cause I know he right next to Allah
Right next to the prophets and the soldiers that died
And all the angels in the heaven that be holdin the sky
There's my brother
I could cry, for the fact I can't hug him no more
But my tears go to heaven and I know the nigga feel me
And the good thing is he aint got to worry no more
I said there's my brother, wit Allah
Best place he could be
[Verse 2]
If I could get my miracle on
Listen to me, I would bring my brother back in the physical form
Cause the spirit still here, but the visual gone
And sometimes I gotta think if I'ma live to the morn
I guess it's no more schooling you
I know it's something in our blood, because us niggas in the street as usual
Left with a robbery charge, pack and a stash
Crushed a lot of niggas that it happened to gav
But I'ma just light a blunt, look in the clouds
And I'ma ask my little nigga what's happening hav
You died on mothers day, mom it's a gift
I know god took my brother cause his honor and strength
And we all gonna die Allah tally us up
While you there say what's up to lil malla and duck
And I know yall niggas restin in peace
You might be gone, but your soul is still here and is blessin the streets
[Chorus]
There's my brother (My niggas)
I could smile, cause I know he right next to Allah
Right next to the prophet and the soldiers that died
And all the angels in the heaven that be holdin the sky
There's my brother (My brother)
I could cry, for the fact I can't hug him no more
But my tears go to heaven and I know the nigga feel me
And the good thing is he aint got to worry no more
I said there's my brother, wit Allah
Best place he could be
[Verse 3]
I could see you when I'm all alone ( I see you)
So I guess I'm not all alone, I know my little nigga callin home
The good die young, so they could get to heaven early
And watch over the rest of the slums (watch over us please)
Move the clouds so we could see the rest of the sun
You might've died, but you in heaven that's a blessing in one
Nigga Robert to the death, Gary died wit a close friend
You and Allen together, smiling together
It's like now I could hear the world
I understand that, I'm in the physical you're in the spirit world
I see you when I get home
They can't separate brothers, so I still see you when the spit flown
You died, I died ( you still here)
But I'm alive, you alive, so we gotta keep the shit going
Now I got a new ghost
And a baby brother angel I could feel, everytime the wind blows
[Chorus]
There's my brother (My niggas)
I could smile, cause I know he right next to Allah
Right next to the prophet and the soldiers that died
And all the angels in the heaven that be holdin the sky
There's my brother (My brother)
I could cry, for the fact I can't hug him no more
But my tears go to heaven and I know the nigga feel me
And the good thing is he aint got to worry no more
I said there's my brother
This is where all the people we lost
Right here, they aint goin no where
It's all love
This is just the first right daddy
The next one is the next one
Do the best you could, hold your head
You know; you lost somebody, you gain a angel

[Verse 1]
I gotta few things I wanna ask the Lord
Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me
and why's it so rough when you're young and black
They say you go to jail or get strung on crack
Why the girl have a baby she was twelve years old
Ask the state why the cell's gotta be so cold
and why these niggas here with so many years
whole family in court crying so many tears
can you picture us living with hope [hell no]
when the same ones hanging us is giving us dope
shit, it's hard to get by
I pray to God it's still hard to get by
Just wanna hold my son [my man]
but I can't leave my house until I load my gun
I gotta grab my sword
and when I die I got some things I wanna ask the Lord
like, why we dying from AIDS
and why on TV it's aight to be gay
aint that sorta like my gun got the right to be waved
if I could sit back and watch a whole cipher of slaves
ask my man where the blacks at
ask myself where the next Malcolm X at [I don't know]
Is he makin Salat, or upstate like a ape in a box
am I a human or a fallen angel
got to pray by myself cuz I'm out of angle
I aint facin the east, tell the brothers I was shakin the beast
had the nine and the eight in the streets
open your eyes, stay wise, cuz even Satan is deep
I pray for a better living
even though I think I'm better dying
why, cuz I'd rather hear the angels singing
why, and I don't wanna hear my people crying, feel me black
[HOOK]
We aint gotta die no more, I said we aint gotta die no more
Black woman Listen
You aint gotta cry no more, I said you aint gotta cry no more
Black child Listen
We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all
Devil man Listen
We got a surprise for y'all, I said we got a surprise for y'all
Black man Listen
[Verse 2]
'Bout to be on some clever shit [I got to be]
I gotta think if the president is prejudice
and that's another eight years down
the 500 year warn, that's a eight year round
I don't really mean to sweat it
but the war been on before they came on your TV and settle
They don't need lead to shoot ya
why would a man make a computer to head the future
I think about it in a weed session
They said better technology, all I see is regressin
blew up our buildings in fact [blow us all up]
but if they live under the sun then them children is black
'fore the devil get more time I'd rather see the world cease
hit the afterlife of world peace
where black men don't die, the women don't cry
and the little kids get provided for and play in the sky, what
[HOOK]

f/ J-Hood, Jadakiss, Sheek
(Styles)
Lick a shot for the predicate felons
And gangster niggas that know that
Doing their time is better than tellin
Don't tell dog, lick a shot for the graveyard shift
And all the hustlers on ninety-five for the graveyard prick
Lick a shot for this weed I need
Just to see clear, to tell the truth I can't breathe a ki
Lick a shot for the stick up kids that twist up wigs
Thats the shit that happens when you pick up bids
Lick a shot for the foreign car, American trucks
Old timers that'll throw a stack of presidents up
Got dice shooter slang, need a pistol to hang
But the P understand cause the ghetto is fucked
Lick a shot for the fiends
That got to go see the minors on the block to get medicined up
Lick a shot for the sake of licking a shot
And everytime I'm far away from home I'll be missing my block
D-Block nigga
(Chorus: Sheek)
Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich
I-95 moving them bricks
Lick shots for the crew
My niggas'll ride and I ride too
(J-Hood)
Someone lick a shot for D-Block cause thats what I'm on
Lick a shot for the niggas that ain't survive the storm
Lick a shot for all my niggas on the run
And lick a shot for all my real niggas that got bodies on they gun
Lick a shot for my niggas cause I know they'll do the same
For my niggas that run through the flames and walk through the rain
Lick a shot for all the niggas growing up in the slums
Blowing they spliffs with they razor blades under they tongue
Lick a shot for all my niggas that be banging they hammers
Sticking up stores, taking the tape out the video cameras
Lick a shot at all yall haters whether smaller or bigger
Lick a shot cause Hood ain't never been scared to pull a trigger
Lick a shot for all my niggas that be pumping they crills
When the beef start cooking they be bustin they steel
Lick a shot cause I ain't scared to
And lick a shot cause I'm prepared to
Crack a buckle with the matching hair due
(Chorus)
(Sheek)
I lick shots for my niggas in jail
23 hours in the hole, on life parole
My jackmack niggas, octopus wildin
Closest food they ever gettin to is city island
I lick shots for cos that hit niggas off for weed and don't care if you bleed
Just mind they business and go the other way
For the right price they could get you the yay
I lick shots for my thug ass niggas that'll put something in you
From they car and hit your face through the diner menu
Your body get numb, you swallow your tongue
Cough up blood, thats the work I do, what
I lick shots for my niggas thats not on tour
And gotta hustle to eat its the motherfuckin way of the streets
Pay attention
(Chorus)
(Jadakiss)
Lick shots for the little babies in the projects
Running around unsupervised with sharp objects
Lick shots for papi that give you the yay half price
And niggas that ain't ever been heard but they mad nice
Nobody tell when I squeeze at your men
Lick shots when your diesels at ten, I'ma see you again
Lick shots cause my record is clean
Middle of the street, broad day lettin it scream
If I'm lucky they'll squirt through your back
And after that I'll make sure I lick shots for the purple and yack
Lick shots just to guard your grill
To my nigga T and Green and my uncle and Arthur Kill
Lick shots for the S-L 6
Cherry red with them chrome things on it with the x-l lips
Lick shots for the niggas who got shot and ain't here
They say life goes on but it ain't fair
(Chorus x2)

I Get High, I Get High
I Get High, I Get High
I Get High, I Get High
I Get High on your memories
High on your memories
High on your memories
I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)
I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
Highhhh (In background thoughout song)
[Styles]
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S.P.: the only flow'er that you know with a bounce in a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I get, high cuz I'm in the hood, the guns in around
It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now
And I'd rather roll somethin up
Cuz if I'm sober dogg, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up
I get high as a kite
I'm in the zone all alone, muthafucka 'case I'm dyin tonight
So I roll em up back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come to slide to the hood
[Chorus]
I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)
I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
High, high, high, high (Everyday)
I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
I Get High, high, high, high
Highhhh
[Styles]
Ayo, I smoke like a chim-in-ney
Matta fact I, smoke like a gun
When a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
Add to that, that I smoke like the Hippies did back in the 70's
Spit with the finishing touch
Get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged
I get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand
Like the M-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
I get high cuz fuck it, what's better to do
And I'ma neva give a fuck cuz I'm better than you
[Chorus]
[Verse Three- Styles]
I'ma smoke til my lungs collapse
I'm from a era where
Niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where a dolla bill is powerful
I smoke weed cuz time seem precious, and I know what a hour do
High for a livin, gots ta ride for a livin
Wit my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin
Shit I get as high as I could
Cuz if you see things like I see things
Cuz I'ma die in the hood
Muthafucka understand its full service to you
I don't smoke the weed if it aint purple or blue
And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die
This is S.P. dump it in, you bitch I get high
[Chorus Til Fade]

Can Holiday get some of this motherfucking paper around here please?
Shit, I'm fucked up
I aint the lyin type
[Brodhead Kids]
Can I get paid
I'm just tryin to make some cash
I'm just tryin to make some cash
[Verse 1]
I told you I ball for dope
I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin hauler notes
Spendin 200 G's in the fall for coats
You could call me alotta things but don't call me broke
and I told you I bust my steel
I stay cuffed in the bullpen like P you bout to fuck up your deal
but I told you I make my bail
I'm at home in the alcohol bath tryin to shake the jail
and I'm pickin up my automatics, automatically
I got a bad habit, makin people mad at me
Dog, I'm just tryin to get paid
Cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run and get laid
Ten million for the crib put the gun on the maid
Weed on the chefs, so I can get high with the meal
Got to get my head right 'fore I fly to Brazil
Make my sheets outta hundreds so I can lie in a mil, what up
[HOOK: The Brodhead Kids]
Can I get paid
I'm just tryin to make some cash
I'm just tryin to make some cash
Can I get paid
I'm just tryin to make some cash
I'm just tryin to make some cash
[Verse 2]
Dog, you'd be pleased to kick it
I'ma call up my NBA niggas get some season tickets
Catch me in the skybox in any arena
I won't be happy til I cop my niggas 50 medinas
But I'm tryin to be realistic, and I get really twisted
So I'm settlin for seventy beamers
Somebody call Bill Gates, tell him meet with the streets
One on one so I can get some real cake
Tryin to see my shit in the Forbes, Trump tower for 'self
so you know I'm still pitchin the boy
and the niggas need lottery numbers
Charge this ?? freak DeCalis and Hummers
Blow smoke in the sky till the Air Force come
Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones
and if I can't live it up, then I'm runnin up
in the record label tellin everybody give it up, what up
[HOOK]
[Verse 3]
I kill lemonade peeps
It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferarri and the lemonade seats
Face look really aggy, jeans really baggy
Fitted hat, white T and some Bruno Maglies
Doublin and flippin
You understand I need a house so big I need a shuttle to the kitchen
That's why I keep the 45 government edition
sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat
The big screen is crazy and I'm lovin the conditions
I got a vision and it's cash involved
Can I get paid, or you get sprayed
It be the only damn question that I'm askin y'all, what up
[HOOK]

I like to dedicate this mother fucking album,
To my brother,
Who's gone but he still here with me,
No matter where you at we always together,
No matter where I'm at we always together,
And, besides that i would like to dedicate to my mother fucking niggaz,
and everbody in tha grind,
streets and the struggle,
my nigga D lets keep it going,
Gary Field wet it down my niggaz,
See you when i get there,
Lets just mother fucking keep it going,
everybody,
feel the Ghost (Echo)

From the
[Lil' Mo]
Styles P...
It's Lil' Mo, holla at me
Get that cash daddy
[Styles]
If it's you versus me - think about it
They gon yell my name when they announce the winner
And I ain't bout to sell much
I got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin south for the winter
Go get ya self familiated
I'm so gangsta that, just know'n myself makes me affiliated
What chu think honey hold 'em hammers for?
So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store?
We gon hit Rodeo Drive on Beverly Hills
Though I love her, so I'm spendin like 70 bills
Every week she bring the llello in, keep ya payroll big
Light a blunt, and just beg me to chill
Ain't a player but my life is real all of the time
So she went and copped a gun a little smaller than mine
That's a down ass chick, and she keep it real
So I'ma keep it real back all of the time
[Chorus: Lil' Mo (Styles)]
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
[Styles]
Daddy go and get that cash
Go and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get that match
She said "Tell my where you goin"
It's no doubt I'm comin in
Cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22 right inside her bra or Calvin Klein underwear
Mami you could stay home and bag up the work
I'm just goin out to play chrome or nag up a jerk
If I kiss her then her heart'll melt
Listen dogg, you don't understand the work, that she carry in the garder belt
No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the truth
But dont' get it fucked up, and get bucked up
Only thing sweet about P is his tooth
And she could sleep with another dude
She gon tell me where the safe at, the coke at, how to rob his mother too
"Daddy go and get that cash"...
That's what my honey holla'd out every time I hit that ass
[Chorus]
[Styles]
Since you helped daddy get that cash
Get the condo and the mink, and the ring and the gift wrapped Jag
And you still got the bomb head, I pay the phone and the rent
But keep it real Boo, you pay the Con-ed
If I get knoced, she in the VI room
With some money on my books, give weed to a nigga
Don't worry about shit, cause I be out soon
No doubt that's my booby-cat
She drop my bricks off right on Broadway, and she go and get a doobie wrap
Lookin at the god like we oughta elope
One pop for the pasta, one pot for the coke
Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the dough
And it's sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde
I load the ouie up, she gon roll the gouie up, then mami abide
And she said "Daddy get that cash"
She know I would but had no idea that I would skip that fast
[Chorus]

[Angie Stone in background]
You...
Wha, wha yeah
It's like a team over here daddy
One for all, and one for one [let it flow, flow, flow... ahh yeah...]
If it aint that then it aint right
If you be knowin that, you'll be aight
[Verse 1]
My heart goes out to the homeless and poor
and my niggas in the bing that didn't go to the board
wit a 25 to L on your back the shit is too cold
and for the kids that didn't get they school clothes
For the gods that lost they earth
The world's a song you'll get it back you just lost your verse
It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm feenin for weed
Cuz I don't wanna forfeit first
I could even bust my gun and do some office work
But I still wanna off this jerk [shit...]
I can't leave it out my rhymes [why]
cuz it be part of my dreams, to see 20 porsches murk
Three houses for the family, two for the niggas
When I die I was true to the niggas [true soldier]
and I never practice voodoo
But it's like Black Magic how I spit this fluid to niggas
[CHORUS: Angie Stone]
How do you move on his way
When taking all this stress and pain
There's gotta be a better way
There's gotta be a better way yeah
If I should give up hope today
P won't you help me find my way
All I really want...
Is to live my life so we can just get high yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Ask God when he stoppin the pain
A fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he poppin his vein
and the needle look dirty but I'm close to reaching thirty
and the only thing I know it's a profit to gain
I might cry but I'm still cold
I might be cold but I still cry
and bottomline I'ma still die
I can see the doors openin now
I can see the ghost floatin around
That's why P come down with the potenest sound
spit the shit that'll open the ground [crack the ground]
My third eye got a horoscope [see it all]
So if you wanna know my horoscope, listen to the bars I wrote
Build and destroy
Come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy
Cuz all I really want [what]
Was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys to a toy
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3]
My whole life been a sacrifice
So if my nigga need my help he aint never gotta ask me twice
I'm the nigga you could kick it wit
You gotta spot you wanna rob I'm the nigga you could stick it wit
I'm in the studio, I'm droppin pain on the beat
I'm famous indeed, but those is two differences
They tryin to understand me, but I overstand 'em
I'm the flowin phanthom, til we blowin random
and to my corner niggas holdin cannons
that want the money and jewels and everything cuz we so demanding
To the hoes that think I'm handsome
that know a gangster when she see one ma, yeah money that's the anthem
Callin niggas like that's the ransom
you could take 'em you could leave 'em but your man aint a happy camper
If P flowin then that's the cancer
Holiday the hottest shit point blank dog that's the answer
[CHORUS] - 2X

[Intro]
Turn it up (turn it up)
Swizz Beats the monster
(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)
LET'S DO IT
(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek
(Wassup, wassup)
LET'S DO IT
[Verse 1] (Sheek)
Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga
I came to shut it down
Ski mask and four pound
Baby grenades, we deep like baby parades
D-Block I'm gon sharpen ya blades
Let's get it on
Videos with bullets flying through Korn
Blaow! Footage turn ya camcords on
It's the underground nigga with bricks, nigga with dough
A nigga fucking all y'all chicks, you know
I'm a gangster and a gentleman too, P
I'll lay a nigga down and send his moms a bouquet for free
I could start a pet store with these birds
I'm the rap Donald Goines with words
Still rob y'all herbs (And I came to)
Hit the club on my dick, light up a blunt
Thug a bitch out, I got the mud in the front
I got the flight jacket, came with wings
When I chase you to the roof
Clappin' at ya ass with one of them things
(Chorus: Eve & Styles)
I gots to live by my pride
'Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die
And I gots to shut down ya name
'Cause I came to shut down the game
(Sheek)
And I gots to hold down this heat
'Cause I came to hold down ya streets
And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass
'Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash
[Verse 2] (Eve)
Yo, I was determined to sell
And not because I'm just a bunny with a fluffy tail
Had to prove that I could live hard and spit hard
Just a bonus that I'm cute and get ya dick hard
See, I ain't never lettin' mine go
I'ma be here forever with my dogs as the time go
And I know we makin' niggas sick
We in they face everyday every way and they can't handle it
Streets choosin' Double R realest niggas out no confusion
Cats don't want it over here--have you heard
S.P. ain't for games little boy lesson learned
I suggest you stay far from my nigga's face
Hop back go hard all day in a nigga's face
You see, you cowards ain't a threat to us really
Just figured that we let you know that testin' us is silly
Good luck, y'all---Naw forreal, fuck y'all
(Chorus: Eve & Styles)
I gots to live by my pride
'Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die
And I gots to shut down ya name
'Cause I came to shut down the game
(Sheek)
And I gots to hold down this heat
'Cause I came to hold down ya streets
And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass
'Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash
[Verse 3] (Styles)
I live by my pride, I could never be broke
I'ma Ruff Ryde or die catch me bein' with dope
Smokin' weed in the hoopty with the three in the coat
'Cause my ace boon-koon got a connect
Told me send a hundred bundles to the day room soon
If the shit go right, he know that it will
We'll be cash, he'll be movin' straight weight through June
But back to this rap shit who thug it the most
It'll take the whole coast just to fuck wth the ghost
He done shut down the game, shit on ya name
If you ain't hold down the street or bust off ya heat
Then me and you is different, we ain't get it the same
And I represent niggas who live it, keep askin' for it
And I represent niggas who give it
This a D-Block Ruff Ryder, Holiday Styles
Cock sucker and I don't give a fuck about you
(Chorus: Eve & Styles)
I gots to live by my pride
'Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die
And I gots to shut down ya name
'Cause I came to shut down the game
(Sheek)
And I gots to hold down this heat
'Cause I came to hold down ya streets
And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass
'Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash

[Styles - Verse One]
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy
and had me in Corona, Queens
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary
My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts
By the time I was nine I was outta my mind
My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind
Ten and eleven the same I never would change
He still had to hit me, aggravate a little nigga
Still wearin' Skippys
Bob had Adidas and Pumas, I could a had a pair
My mommy said wait 'til Christmas but I needed em sooner
If you heard I was broke dawg it wasn't a rumor
[Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles]
I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me)
Gentlemen live your life (Live it up)
Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die)
It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin)
[Styles - Verse Two]
It was 1986 and I was twelve years old
That's right around the time when crack came out
It was the best thing that happened to me
I swear to God cause I was gettin everything that I was askin about
First we started off baggin up, me and golf
Then shit start addin up, we gettin smart
Now we on Broadway, coppin our own base
Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle
Drink an OE and scramble like it wasn't tomorrow
I'm gettin kicked out of Junior High, thinkin I'm grown
God bust with the yellow rabbit
And I had every color dealt we was gettin it on
I was out robbin Mexicans six in the morn'
Mom said I'd had to ep again, rip it I'm gone
Nigga get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome
Bump me up worst when I went to the group home
[Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles]
I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me)
Gentlemen live your life (Live it up)
Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die)
It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin)
[Styles - Verse Three]
I'm leavin out a lotta shit, nigga it's too real
My alcoholic backround, the welfare motels
Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom's recruit
How the fuck I'm gon bomb wit you
And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight
My niggas I can't name, outta state (My niggas fuck with weight)
Little brother gone but I got a baby angel
You fuckin with a dirty name, don't let these niggas change you
The present's what you get
And the past is what make the man future
I can't tell you I ain't God or lil' Superman
No there ain't a 'S' on my chest, but it's a 'D' on my block (D Blok)
And said life the deepest lesson is death
I'm determined and I'm disciplined and destined to rest
I'm a Gangsta and a Gentleman, Panero the best
When I pass I'm like gas, motherfuckers
Cause I'm a leave a stain that you'll never forget
[Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles]
I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me)
Gentlemen live your life (Live it up)
Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die)
It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin)

I Get High, I Get High
I Get High, I Get High
I Get High, I Get High
I Get High on your memories
High on your memories
High on your memories
I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)
I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
Highhhh (In background thoughout song)
[Verse One- Styles]
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S.P.: the only flow'er that you know with a bounce in a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I get, high cuz I'm in the hood, the guns in around
It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now
And I'd rather roll somethin up
Cuz if I'm sober dogg, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up
I get high as a kite
I'm in the zone all alone, muthafucka 'case I'm dyin tonight
So I roll em up back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come to slide to the hood
[Chorus]
I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)
I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
High, high, high, high (Everyday)
I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
I Get High, high, high, high
Highhhh
[Verse Two- Styles]
Ayo, I smoke like a chim-in-ney
Matta fact I, smoke like a gun
When a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
Add to that, that I smoke like the Hippies did back in the 70's
Spit with the finishing touch
Get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged
I get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand
Like the M-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
I get high cuz fuck it, what's better to do
And I'ma neva give a fuck cuz I'm better than you
[Chorus]
[Verse Three- Styles]
I'ma smoke til my lungs collapse
I'm from a era where
Niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where a dolla bill is powerful
I smoke weed cuz time seem precious, and I know what a hour do
High for a livin, gots ta ride for a livin
Wit my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin
Shit I get as high as I could
Cuz if you see things like I see things
Cuz I'ma die in the hood
Muthafucka understand its full service to you
I don't smoke the weed if it aint purple or blue
And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die
This is S.P. dump it in, you bitch I get high
[Chorus Til Fade]