Come on man
Sp 3 5 4
Strugglin my life
God damn I reflect on
Those I used to hustle with
And now we just fly kites
Damn we be living some wild lifes
We got to get them crackers to right
They treat us like wild life
Got to pay the bills for the building
The precious building the type of shit that make you rob us a billion
My whole generation was brainwashed
Lookin' at the rims should I get em detailed or handwashed
A man like his watch and his jersey
Try to bring bricks down south and we stopped in new jersey
Told them that the game was painful
If you don't want to take time to think the bullets are brainful
Big when they bang you then angels a change you
I ain't trying to game you cause I'm in the game to
Shit I been struggling for far too long
My niggas on the block bubblin' for far too long
354 shit
Shadow wah folly
My pain my thoughts my tears
My struggle my life my fears
I engraved my name in d streets
But you don't know what I go through just to see my kids eat
Those ain't pay up in 10 weeks
The baby mumma drama all day cause I'm breaking home ends meet
Past cota with me what the fuck you expect
Wonder when this music industry gone cut me a cheque
Chad told me look at my beeper I got the connect
And even listen to the streets dog I got the respect
If I die and go the hard way fuck it I'm a go hard
Presense gonna be felt on the streets or in the prison yard
Next I invision god right beside me with duck mella speil lotion and lee roy dolby
Puck rock incidents dog that shit scarred me
Picture me scared to die now nigga that's harvy no
Some real shit
Ay yo this is my clip my hammer my slugs
And I still shed blood for the love of my thugs
Still breaking days end while I blaze in the wind
The struggle of my life hustlin right and after gym
See I'm gifted with this curse
You can feel in every verse
I'll bring it from the dirt
I'm the hell on this earth
You can smell what I'm worth
If these cheques don't cut
Then these tecks gon buck
You can tell how it hurt
See my niggas need work
My dog just got 25 and he need church
And he seen worse
When you try to take my pride and leave me stuffed with the pain
Left my only stride nothing to lose only the game
When I bang for the suffering 400 years
We had enough of it
It's etched in our veins we still thuggin it
If I had to do it again I thug it twice
feat. Lloyd Banks
Niggers we don't play, we in the problems the worst way
We'll get you shot, stabbed, robbed on your birthday
You ain't got no bizness around here in the first place
Look at everybody chilling, well fuck that
I'ma play the villain, fuck that
All money's good money we niggaz stealin'
Small money, tall money, nigger we want it all
Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the dough
Need on icepick... like a rock hard to drop like spider man
Punk the hoes up, hop inside the rider van
... for a couple dollars...
Drive... street lords knowledge of a college man
All mighty dollars get you dead make your mama plan
Nothing like this... I'ma make the... dance
No fly zone, you won't get a steady chance
Show... make your hoes bitch and skinny pants
I'm wear... so my haters can't stand me, jam me
Running niggers over like Brandy
Motherfucker... give me weed and eye candy
Coca cola doodle, pussy from the very nice...
Won't last stepping in the streets without this...
... niggers die daily
Niggers we don't play, we in the problems the worst way
We'll get you shot, stabbed, robbed on your birthday
You ain't got no bizness around here in the first place
Look at everybody chilling, well fuck that
I'ma play the villain, fuck that
All money's good money we niggaz stealin'
Small money, tall money, nigger we want it all
Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the dough
[5 seconds fades-in]
[Intro: Styles P]
"Master Of Ceremonies" in the building...
Ayo, Poobz, Roll a whole zip up!
Yo, Louch! Get like four bottles of Courvoisier! [beat starts]
Tell the soldiers bring like 100 guns!
D-Block... forever...
BITCH!
Hahahahaha!
[Styles P:]
Say you gettin' money, but you not like me! (uh-uh!)
I heard your lil' raps but you're not S.P.! (liiiil' rapssss!)
Close your fuckin' mouth when you next to a G; (ssssshhhh!)
The Glock-500 but these bullets come free! (uh-oooooohh!)
Money make the world go 'round, - plus vertical (YEAH!)
From no car to a luxury convertible. (YEAH!)
Niggaz that had love - now wanna murder you! (murder!)
I be spazzin, blitzin' like All Madden. (blitzzz!)
Me and this pretty honey sharin' the orgasm (ahahaha!)
I'm on the 'gnac and shorty on the Merlot. (whattup?)
Fur coat - to the homie on the furlough;
Drivin' to Myrtle Beach, - slower than a turtle. (slow!)
65 there then - 65 back;
You can get a million dollars off of 65 stacks. (get it!)
We neither here, - we neither there; (uh-uh!)
But if the car smell like smoke, then niggaz'll freeze the air. (freeze!)
Spray the ozium. - Still break bread
With niggaz that move opium and still racketeer! (D-Block!)
Huntin' for money, so run like a pack of deer (run!) (WHOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHH!)
If you ain't hand me clear, that's why I'm clappin' at cha ear! - Yeah!
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Three guns on the seeet, - which one you wanna hear?
Got that paper on deck? (hahaaa!) - Throw that money in the air! (uh-huh!)
When I pull up in the front, (YEEAAHH!) - all these niggaz do is stare! (uhh!)
I'm a dream to these women, - but these niggaz nightmare! (g'eah!) - UH-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!
[Bridge: Styles P]
Say you gettin' money, but you not like me!
I heard your lil' raps but you're not S.P.!
Close your fuckin' mouth when you next to a G;
The Glock-500 but these bullets come free! - UH-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!
[Styles P:]
The hardest out just got cockier! (hahaaa!)
Tell these rap niggaz 'round they lil' posse up! ('round them up!)
The cars got bigger, - and the jewels got rockier (see you!)
But the Ghost move - just like the Mafia! (Ghosssst!)
You wanna know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Knockin', I ain't home then go to my other house! (get it?)
My moms ain't home, then go to her other house!
Real 'til I go to my father and lil' brother's house! (then go!)
That's up in heaven, nigga.
God forgive me for robberies, never was a beggin' nigga! (Father forgive me!)
Put 30 holes in you, fuckin' with a.7, nigga! (7-30!)
You work for anybody that rap. - Whatever nigga! (WHATEEEEVER!)
And I mean it - with no clique or no crew;
Bring the steam to you like the cleaners! (BRING IT!)
And I press you, and let you air dry (aaaiiir dry!)
And it's a wrap, my nigga. - That's your air time!
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Styles P:]
I live to see my young son turn into my older son. (uhh!)
Smokin' weed, countin' money with a loaded gun. [inhale]
Never thought the platinum era's better than the golden one! (NEVER!)
These niggaz gon' see when the soliders come. (gon' see!)
Titanium raps. - Lyrically lap niggaz
To tell the truth! - None of us is on the same track! (NONE OF US!)
You just came to the park. - I'm runnin' cross country,
Like the Africans, the ones that don't be stoppin' when it's dark.
I'm just tryna break the strip. - You just tryna clear the park! (clear the park!)
You the arms, I'm the brain and the soul and the heart!
These them over your head bars (over your head!)
Live nigga killin' you dead broadsssss.
[Chorus]
[Intro: Styles P]
Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fuckin hoodies on, it's goin down
[Styles P (Beanie Sigel):]
Nah you can't hang, nah you can't bang
(You better get yo' gang)
If you see me on the road better switch yo' lane
(If you see me on your strip bitch get yo' thang)
Fuck that, before rap had to flip cocaine
Knockin EMPD (nigga +It's Yo' Thang+)
Had the fisherman hat, with the 40 bottle twistin the cap
Outside all night (pitchin the crack)
But now things are a lil' bit different
I could start the car (without the key in the ignition)
Now I be Vivo sippin - (nigga strapped with the mac)
In the bookbag bitch, when I go road trippin
[Chorus: Styles P (Beanie Sigel)]
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
(You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me)
(You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?)
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
(You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me)
(You ain't ready for me)
[Beanie Sigel (Styles P):]
The Bully harder than them bars in the lifer's house
You don't know me, see the Ghost when the lights go out
(Kill yo' ass while you daydream nigga)
I put your big man to sleep and let him fly (like the A-Team nigga)
You niggaz puss (dick startin to get hard)
Man we always strapped (catch shit when you run in the bitch raw)
I go off when the shit's off (I usually turn it up when it go down)
If you didn't you know now
(You know it's the Ghost) And the Bully in this bitch
(Two hawks up) You know I got the fully in this bitch
In the best shape of my life I know I could roof niggaz
(I send 'em back down Sig', I know you "The Truth" nigga
[Chorus]
[Styles P (Beanie Sigel):]
Ghost and Sigel, P-89 and the Eagle
(Get stretched by the skinny or diesel)
Hardest two out so it's gon' be plenty of evil
(So run and tell all of the people)
Yeah, what? Gun (check) rope (check)
Hit the club, rob shit during coat (check)
Just for the fuck of it nigga
(I like the four-door big) Heard you bust with it nigga
Like to blow a pound of weed (heard you puffin it nigga)
Let anybody front and we touchin it nigga
(Yeah, what? I get berserk when I'm high on them perks)
(You fuck around like, you don't want your kidneys to work)
I get the family, the doggie, the kitty get murked
(Man what you know about puttin in work?) Yeah, what?
And you know you ain't ready for me
Got a young boy turn your shit to spaghetti for me
(with DJ Green Lantern
feat. Raekwon)
[Styles P]
D-Block! I ain't Cam, but it's muthafucking Killa Season
Homey's dying over ignorant nigga reasons
Know the home fried, lotta egos
Hoodrat bitch that be digging a nigga steelo
Hood got kilos, making them niggas evil
Never bring guns to the court, when they B-Ball
I don't play around with them suckers, I'm a G, ya'll
Standing on the tip of the block, I'mma see ya'll
Wanna know the price of a verse, I got the fee, ya'll
I tell you how much, coming through like the army do
Army suits, all big coupes with Armani suits
I got the lows on, and the toast on
Me, two guns and a knife, form Voltron
Oatmeal, PBJ, getting my bulk on
Sacrificing most of you rappers, getting my coke on
Electrifying all of you niggas, getting my votes on
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Aiyo, yo, from every palace in the hood
To every child that's in the hood, it ain't no deers around here
But it's all good, my metal niggas, forever rebel niggas
Never ever rebel, just only time telling niggas
Wake up 'fore niggas eat you
It's only matter of time, when them nines come out to meet you
Yo, don't be alone when we roaming, like cell phones, homey
Cuz when they hungry, it's another story, run for me
[Styles P]
I'm back like retro kicks, and I'm saucy
Your brain can get left on some pesto shit
I need a Pablo Esco' flip, and I'm the Phantom
Listean real close, you hear the echos spit
I'm a wolf, you run around on some gecko shit
Kick in the door of the shit, wasn't left for bent
I kill the best now, tell me who the rest gon' get
Not a damn one, the handgun, is right on the waist
Whether you ugly or you handsome, I'm right in your face
You can run, I get excited from the flight of the chase
Little chimp, why don't you try to spend a night with the apes
I get higher than the flight outerspace, where I'm from
I seen alotta niggas die or get indicted for base
Get weight, a little cake try to buy them a place
Either raw, ain't safes on, firing eight
And mine, nigga, I don't fire 'em straight, feel me
[Styles P]
Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent
That's what KRS said
The Ghost nigga, time is money
Double R, D-Block
Poobs let's go
If it's beef better move on nigga, or get shot in the head
Or trucked over by the UConn nigga (trucked over)
Touch me, lose two arms, nigga you might think you hot
You dead wrong, you just lukewarm nigga
I'm colder than the ice in the freezer
Butcher knife slice and you seize up
44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia
Late night I'm pipin a diva
All my niggaz hyper and eager
In case I miss the hit the sniper'll leave ya
This case it's better to give than be the receiver
In the M-6 blowin the weed up
Comin through the hood makin sure that it's G'd up
I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I read up
My rap is like coke, so my shit stay ki'd up
Y'all lil' niggaz new to the slums
I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run
Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun
Ask the streets who can spit an iller fluid than son
Sheeit, nobody right? (Nobody)
Kill you, you a nigga nobody like
Fuck with me if you lookin for the rowdy type
I get it buzzin with cousin
Six dozen bullets skippin in the Audi right
This is Styles nigga, I keep it comin like gunshots
And you ain't said nuttin in the wild nigga
You ain't said nuttin, what? Motherfucker
Time is money nigga, that's all I'ma say
Focusin' When I Wanna Quit
Understand I Was Raised On Some Other Shit
What's The Pain To Ya'?
What's The Name To Ya'?
What's Shame To Ya'?
What's The Game and The Fame To Ya'?
These is The Questions That I ask Myself
Like The Haze and The Hashy For Help
Or Courvoisier Straight
A Parking Lot Full Of Thugs Parkin' In Late
Make Moves But Take Time Like a Chess Piece
Before I Start The Car, Four Dimes To The Chest Piece
Windows Ain't The Only Things Tinted
Niggas is Too, I Been Trynna Blow But it May Take Me a Minute
Shit, Time is Money Though
I'm On The Low But My Ghost Actin' Funny Though
He Sayin' Chill Nigga
Now You Could Build Or You Could Kill Nigga
That Depend On Your Will Nigga, My Reply is To Thrill Nigga
I Be Seekin' Adventure
If I Kill a [Stun 5 That'll Weaken They Venture]?
See Time in Another Frame
And I'm Thirsty For Knowledge
Would it Really Mean My Mind Got a Hunger Pain?
Could it Shine When it Come To Rain?
And Could Rain When it Shine Once in a While To Keep Me On a Humble Plain?
Honor and Respect
Lama in The Bama Check The Drama in a Sec'
Thinkin' 'Bout The Days When We Blew Chocolate
Gin and Tonic Till The Death
And Niggas Grew Up Fast and Threw Up Cash
To Get Sneakers, Cars and Clothes and Who Want Blast?
And This is Our Life We Live This Nigga
Sound Trife But We Did This Nigga
Just To Breath Out Here is a Motherfuckin' Privelage Nigga
Maintain Perseverance Through The Hard Times
But is it Hard if I ain't Doing Hard Time?
Work Your Ear, Hard Rhymes Through The God Mind
Best On The Street and I Only Do it Part Time
Flow is Just The Tip Of The Iceberg
Low When I'm Spittin' Them Nice Words
Get Dough When I'm Hittin' Them Right Curbs
Live Off a Principle Nigga
Complex But I Try To Keep it Simple My Nigga
I Got To Work On My Physical and Mental My Nigga
Nowadays They Bust Shots At Your Temple My Nigga
I Said The Streets Don't Love You Back
So I Sleep With a Eye Open, Hug My Gat
I'm a Ride For My Man, I'm a Thug Like That
It's Family First
It's Goin' Down I'm a Blam You First
[Intro: Styles P]
BET get your recorders
You rocking with the ghost Papoose
And Lupe the skate boarder (this is crazy)
Welcome to the cipher the beginning of rap,
For record deals first I'm going to toss you the cap
[Verse 1: Papoose]
Over 100 soilders died dis month I drop info out of ahundred da majority was negros George Bush is on a roll like a round hero dey still findin human remains at ground zero dey foundem in da sewers yeah it shows aww man yo I guess dats y dey call it a man hole when we say B.E.T we ain't tryna spell bet black entertainment Papoose is da best Nacirema wait till my album drop he hop up I clap him in his hip u can call it hip-hop rappers be actin like dey tougher den dey really is so I sitem in wheelchairs like jada pinkin kids u was puttin your sneakers on da wrong feet whan Papoose was reppin for da streets man defeat u mineaswell face your defeat look patna I have u lookin at defeat like a foot docta
That's Right
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
They say the game as the belly of a beast (Lupe)
Blunt for fingers and hallo tips for teeth
Wire taps for ears NIKE AIR for feet
Blaspheme for prayers the system full of heart
Rap music for beats heorin for the son and married to the streets
Crack pipes for lungs
And he never sleeps just spized with dice in his eyes
Love life cause he like when it dies
For baking for the soul he cough up pleasure
Clothes made out of dolar bills that he sowed together
He knows he's clever
Jealous his house all the liquor that pours out and goes right to his mouth
Rides around on a stray bullet
With prositute, pimp, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it
TV in his head
Strippers slide down his leg and he known to ride around with the Feds
He's
Out there [x4]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
[Let's go P] Don't call me ghost no more call me the phantom
Real brothers lover street brothers understand 'em
This is to the man with his hand on his Canon
Right at this moment I know we need an atonement
The Malcom is dead, The Martin is dead the guns the barber
Let me know who want to pardon there head
And I am back to the clip fill to the top
I'll grill with a bop
Poloce coming through kids still a rock
I don't give a F cause I wanna die cause I am gonna die
You to figure, don't boo who figure
Want to the play the game find out who's who figure
After you do that, find out who's true figure
Lots of brothers died over B.S, nonsense
School of Hardknocks no Parent Teacher Conference
Got to learn the rules real fast, move fast
Stand up the [? ] shortie
Cause they know that you ass
[Outro:]
[Styles P:] Yeah
[Papoose:] Yeah that's hip hop
[Styles P:]
Before there was radio, before there were videos, before there were magazines
Put the camera down this what it was
[Papoose:]
The cipher 360 degrees, the cipher
Show you cats how to rhyme man
[Chorus: Tyler Woods & ad-libs]
Living that street life (living this street life)
That hood life (out on the corner)
Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life)
Gotta sacrafice (Gotta do it)
Living that street life (living this street life)
That hood life (living oh yeah)
Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life)
Gotta sacrafice (ohow)
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I don't need no pen, I don't pad
Yeah I miss my brother yeah I miss my dad
Wanna kill the whole world, sometimes I get so mad
Tell myself to slow down don'T get so fast
Light a bigger Blunt let the shit go pass
But the pain still here so the shit gonna last
Yeah I sit in the dark I'm addicted to weed
Stop buying fast cars 'cause I'm addicted to speed
I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go
I don't fit up in this industry but know I can flow
Why I'm standing in the ghetto when I know I could blow?
Why I'm standing on the corner when I know I should go?
[Chorus: Tyler Woods & ad-libs]
Living that street life (living this street life)
That hood life (out on the corner)
Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life)
Gotta sacrafice (Gotta do it)
Living that street life (living this street life)
That hood life (living oh yeah)
Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life)
Gotta sacrafice (ohow)
[Verse 2:]
Trying writing a movie, trying writing a book
But even all alone I spend my night with a crook
Try to overstand, try to overlook
Remember how a pig and a rat had a colder look
I'm spiritual, I don't read Jehova's book
Or Allah's book, or God's book
Just a man and it's easy not a hard look
I don't't trust you, so don't trust me
Bullets shiny, blades rusty
Fuck with me, Fuck you that's how it must be
This is D-Block, This is L.O.X.
Yeah I'm saying Goodbye but I ain't said hello yet
Yo Supaaa!!!
Mariooo
G H O S T
Give Me A G U N
And Some S M O K E
I'm On The B L O C K (The Block)
Wit My Bad Bitch, She Came From B K
Heard About The Work, N They Ran N Told The D A
D A Told The Feds How I Had It Out In V A
Now I'm On The L O W
N Its Fucked Up Cuz All I Tried To Do Was Be L O W
Hate Them R A T's
Give Me A M A C
I'll Make Them Motherfuckas R I P
I'm In The H Double O D
It's G Double O D
I Aint A B Or A C
But You Could Believe I'm A O G
W Double E D N The O Z
7 6 0 L I N I'm Low Ki
S Dot P Dot W W W Dot Com Cocksucka
Imma Let The Heat Pop
(Hahaha)
(Mariooo)
[Chorus:]
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit Sound Like Mine
I Might As Well Be Writin It
Got To Switch My Style
A Lotta Niggaz Lickin Cock
Frontin Like The Ghost
But Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot
Got To Switch My Style
It's A Thousand Lil Me's
Only Thing, I'm Majorin
N Them Motherfuckas Lil League
Got To Switch My Style
Before I Got To Body Suttin
Nigga You Aint Styles
Why You Actin Like You'll Body Suttin
R U Double F R Y D E D B
Hello C K Til I D E I In The Middle
Im Hoppin Out The Sunroof
So Imma Play The Backseat Ride In The Middle
On My Justin Timberlake Shit
Cry Me A River
But Niggaz Need They Throats Cut
Slide Me The Scizzors
No Dare Touchin Us
N Niggaz Call Me Glade
Cuz If I Dont Get Paid I Spray Like Air Freshners
A Lot Of Niggaz Sound Like I
They Dont Get Down Like I
I Got The Urge To Tray-Pound That Eye
From The First To The Third I Give U My Word
We Got Birds Not Da Type That Fly Around N The Sky
N Im Just Tryin To Get In My Place
Do My Thing While You Tryin To Be King
Im Steady Shootin For Ace
And My Hoodie Stay On
N The Boots Is Laced
Violate - You Couldnt Take What Id Do To Your Face
[Chorus:]
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit Sound Like Mine
I Might As Well Be Writin It
Got To Switch My Style
A Lotta Niggaz Lickin Cock
Frontin Like The Ghost
But Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot
Got To Switch My Style
It's A Thousand Lil Me's
Only Thing, I'm Majorin
N Them Motherfuckas Lil League
Got To Switch My Style
Before I Got To Body Suttin
Nigga You Aint Styles
Why You Actin Like You'll Body Suttin
Im From 3 5 4
With A 9 M M
On My 38 Waist
And The 5 5 Benz
Get It For 17
Sell It For 28
If The Money Aint Straight
They Gunnin Them 38's
It's 17 Up In My Glock
4 Dutches A Box
4 Different Drugs They Sell In The Spot
N 9 1 1 Mean They Callin The Cops
We Get The 4 1 1 From The Fiend Off The Block
I Got A Spot Where Its 40 A Bag
Niggaz Old School Still Drink 40z
Keep Stows In They Rag
Bust Off The 40 Cal Soon As I Point At The Fag
So It Cost P Nuttin Just To 1 Ya Ass
(Maariioo)
[Chorus:]
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit Sound Like Mine
I Might As Well Be Writin It
Got To Switch My Style
A Lotta Niggaz Lickin Cock
Frontin Like The Ghost
But Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot
Got To Switch My Style
It's A Thousand Lil Me's
Only Thing, I'm Majorin
N Them Motherfuckas Lil League
Got To Switch My Style
Before I Got To Body Suttin
Nigga You Aint Styles
Why You Actin Like You'll Body Suttin
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit Sound Like Mine
I Might As Well Be Writin It
Got To Switch My Style
A Lotta Niggaz Lickin Cock
Frontin Like The Ghost
But Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot
Got To Switch My Style
It's A Thousand Lil Me's
Only Thing, I'm Majorin
N Them Motherfuckas Lil League
Got To Switch My Style
Before I Got To Body Suttin
Nigga You Aint Styles
[Intro: Female]
Black Saun!
[Bridge: Sheek Louch]
Where my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Somebody tell them hoodrats to come up front;
And let the club know I'm a smoke my blunt! - Ghost
[Styles P (Sheek Louch):]
Money green, (haha!) weed green, hood black, heart black (OOOOWWW!)
And never let 'em see where you live, where you park at!
Never let 'em know how you get it just squash that;
Never let the beef ride long, go squash that!
You can shoot it out - or go and peace it up;
If we was in jail I would make you give your sneakers up!
Cause I'm a loyalist, - and I spray shit!
The.44 make niggaz look like crawfish.
Cause you seafood. - So go on sleep with 'em!
I don't trust no niggaz, I don't eat with 'em!
Matter fact; - I'm a keep it street with 'em
I don't like his style, I don't even speak with him!
I keep it G from the get-go;
Real go-getter, and I let my shit blow!
You don't wanna get your shit broke;
I got the hawk, you don't wanna get your shit broke!
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
G'eah, uh! - Where my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? - Where that sticky?
Where my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hoodrats to come up front;
And let the club know I'm a smoke my blunt! (G'EAH!) ('ey, ayo, homie! that's my nigga, son!)
Bitch! - This ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada! (you can't fuck with us, son!)
This street shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say: "nada"! - G'eah! (ayo! tell the bitch right now!)
[Sheek Louch:]
Ayo! - It's never gon' be another (Don Guerilla!)
Shocked the world with the half face gorilla cover. (OOOWWW!)
Clip on top of each other. (YEEEAAAH!) - Now e'rybody wanna listen to the G (Sheek!)
Funny I'm on the plane watchin' (hahahaaa!) "Get Him To The Greek"! (whoooo!)
Twenty-thousand when I land just to listen when I speak; (uh-huh!)
Bully? - He in my will somewhere, he like to eat! (long as I'm aliiiiive!)
"I Get High, " high like P's song ('EEEEEEEY!)
That's why my shades on! - Used to be in love with Nia Long. (whooooo!)
Donny ain't around now I'll talk 'bout Viet Cong; (HELLO!)
That's means more bitches more haters on my song. (is this thing OOON?!)
But I don't go back and forth; me, no ping-pong! (uh-uh!)
Donny at your door like Avon. - DING-DONG! (BLAAOOW!)
Yeah! - Me and my E-Hawk (HAHAAAA!)
Pop them things off on your block then later we pop klikko! (OOOWWW!)
Hah! - Amazing, ain't it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, well go 'head and pain it! - G'eah! (G'EAH!)
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
G'eah! - Bang like them white boys in mosh pits
Hach-too spit on your favorite rapper, he's not shit!
My catalogue is colossus
Blunt for the prelude. - One for the process!
Perform with a swarm of fully loaded objects;
Make it clearer than Podus ring.
I'm reachin for my phone cause I hear it before it ring;
I'm reachin' for my gun cause I hear it before it ring.
In the hood, I'm a muse!
Phantom that's verbal. - Demolition in the booth!
Slicker than the oil that you get at the masseuse;
Chrome thing with the conehead in the goose!
Addin' in the Coupe. - Subtractin' what I shoot.
Get in with a axe and some matches and a noose.
You have no idea - on the havoc I produce;
Till it's way too late. - The brain matter's on your shoes!
[Intro: Styles P (Ghostface)]
Yo Vinny Idol, what do you call under the underground?
(Twin Ghost Experience!) YEAH!
[Styles P:]
From a hood where niggaz is miserable
Either gon' dead you or leave you in critical
Niggaz talkin money then show me the visual
And then stand right there and get plucked like a chicken feather
Stickin up the stick-up kids, nigga I'm sick as ever
The gun is my bitch, and I bet you we stick together
Stuck like two dogs fuckin
You must be ready to die, fuckin with me like, you want somethin
Ring your bell and I have you like "Who call? "
Smack you with a bat like Pujols, bottom of the ninth
You don't wanna see me at the bottom of the pint
Rowdy, be outtie cause I'm a problem for the night
Problem for your life, leg or arm missin
I can step it up, have you doubt or your mom missin
S.P. the Ghost and I'm trom' hittin
Arm kickin anytime I'm spittin nigga just like a bomb hittin
[Chorus: Styles P (Ghostface)]
Somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (for they plate nigga)
You know I go hard for the cake
When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state (nigga what)
I'm the star - somebody food gettin ate (food gettin ate, gettin ate)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (robbed for they plate motherfucker)
You know I go hard for the cake (it's the Twin Ghost Experience!)
When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state
I'm the star
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo, yo I'm a tell you how we do on the Island
Squeeze your girl ass, now what, knock your punk ass off balance
You can't come through Mickey D's, no burger no cheese
Find your head missin, do you still want the #3?
+Big Mac+, large order of 9's, no shake, we got shells
Pissin on y'all bitches like R. Kell's
And more or less staple your balls together
And light you in kerosene, melt your whole face in your sweater
You see the rubber gloves, thugs
Nervous doctors play in the E.R., still wind up pullin the plug
Cause it's a Twin Ghost Experience, flesh and spirit
We bang, even the dead listen to deadly lyrics
Make Big turn in his grave, even 'Pac can hear it
Cochran, on Dirt's death, yo they tryin to appeal it
But fuck that, all we want is the crack, the cash in bags
Come through heavy, you might get yapped; motherfucker!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
A lot of niggaz hoped I would die young
Pitched in the hood hard, want me to Cy Young
Real sharp words, guess I got me a fly tongue
Always get high cause I feel high-strung
I don't buy jewels, I buy haze and I buy guns
Or they "hear me now" like the dude from Verizon
Look at my eyes son, you won't see the next horizon
Kickin that typical rap, despicable rap
Or to get a hawk in your face, clip in your back
Guess who, still keep the thing in the sweatsuit
Hot blood leakin out your face is the best soup
Food in the kitchen nigga, shit in the restroom
Wreck when it's wreck time, S.P. the Ghost is five star
Orders to the death when I rep mine
King and the queen die, just like chess time
If I don't kill you now I'll catch yo' ass next time
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 ain't dead
Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light ain't red
Matter of 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 ain't 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
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Aiyo, 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
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
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 ain't 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
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
[Styles P]
Yo Poobs! Ghost..
Poobs turn me up my nigga
Time is money, Double R
D-Block, shit's real
Nigga it's the Ghost off the M.B.
I breathe off of liquor and weed and choose to be when the men sleep
I don't even pray with my eyes closed
Soulless screamin I know the demons, hide where the lies go
Try to fall back, off the lyrics with mysticism
Can't express myself, wild out and get shipped to prison
Got a lot of shit I could say
But it's kinda +Ludacris+ to make niggaz "get out the way"
Kinda selfish if I make niggaz get out and spray
Leave you helpless and the only thing you do is you pray, nigga
Shit is God-made, or man-made and machine-made
I don't want beef I want money, that's the green way
The pride overpower the brain
I won't die like a coward, muh'fucker I'm vain
I'm a gangsta in the car in the dirt and the chains
I've been hurt and in pain, and stood tall in this urban terrain
But a man must admit to his faults, I know mine
I'm the type that always wanna revolt (yeah)
If I can't kill a nigga then I want an assault (yeah)
Shit hard, just listen to the bars shit's makin ya {?}
Some niggaz shiver and listen, no lie
Close your eyes it's the bigger division
Life or death nowadays is a nigga's decision, here's your jewels
When you make yours, just make sure you make it on the move
Nigga
Yeah, Ghost, time is money
Shit's not a game
I ain't fuckin around
D Block Double R, Time is money
Niggas is cowards
Load up nigga
[Verse 1: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
Yo, we would have been killed you (why even bother nigga)
You ratted on Preme (he probably your father nigga)
In New York you was never a don
(Niggas know you was a rat when you made Ghetto Quran)
Had names in the daily news (shot you nine times)
You could barely move (Block got the 10th shot) fuck it
(Lets air the dude, dissed Ja Rule) took his style and ran with it
(Singing on the hooks the same) bitch you done scam with it
(And don't try to diss a D Block crook)
Fuck sales, you hear your boss on a D Block hook
The shows in New York (nigga we not shook)
If its war get the four (and put his head on the floor)
So we can tell this faggot man how his Reeboks look
And you can all die in a instant (for instance)
(The tre pound'll leave your ass smoking like inscents)
The four pound'll make your man smoke like a Winston
[Chorus: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
(Shots fired) man in the hole nigga
(Shots fired) (tell g-unit to roll nigga)
(Shots fired) nine times, a tenth one will do it to him
(Shots fired) (somebody better tell them we will ruin in' them)
(Shots fired) 50 keep running his lips nigga
(Shots fired) (damn, you already been hit nigga)
(Shots fired) we don't give a fuck if you rich nigga
(Shots fired) (get the fuck off of our dicks nigga)
(Shots fired)
[Verse 2: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
(Get rich or die tryin') was a classic
(Now you rich and you tryin' to die) yours a dumb bastard
(You can be hesitant, you cant see the beast)
And you run with more police then the mother fucking president
(He's a bitch nigga he get ill)
like we didn't know that he cock block game out of his Reebok deal and
(Plus he at the label like, don't like him drive you)
Like my nigga drop first, and that wont like it rock and
(Bitch made nigga) you got a problem with use
Come see us with a gun (or a switch blade nigga)
Damn we thought you know (got your shit sprayed nigga)
You been pussy since that sheep skin (in 5th grade nigga)
Niggas stole your bike (cause you was pussy)
Try to take your life (cause you was pussy)
Now we got take your mic (cause you was pussy)
Left the hood and hired the cops, just your luck
(we the one that fired them shots) what
[Chorus: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
(Shots fired) man in the hole nigga
(Shots fired) (tell g-unit to roll nigga)
(Shots fired) nine times, a tenth one will do it to him
(Shots fired) (somebody better tell them we will ruin in' them)
(Shots fired) 50 keep running his lips nigga
(Shots fired) (damn, you already been hit nigga)
(Shots fired) we don't give a fuck if you rich nigga
(Shots fired) (get the fuck off of our dicks nigga)
(Shots fired)
[Verse 3: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
Yo, you wasn't real with me (now you gotta to deal with me)
I'ma get you the same tombstone as the real 50
(before all your hear us, the bigger the nigga is, the more pallbearers)
Your be where the cops be, the four, four wearers
(Y'all scared of the block same ones that we tear up so don't get near us)
Because you can never worry me (I know you been to jail you)
Also been to therapy (in the hood, till they bury me a mouth full)
I heard you did a shock bid in Lakeview
If my man know than he will of ate you
(how bout') he was in the bunk right next to you
And could of made him put a LOX on you
(all your nigga together aint got enough bars for us
I heard a bunch of shit from ya'll, none of it was hard to us)
Killers ask if there's no cops and he not wired
(Cant come back to New York nigga) Shots Fired
[Chorus: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
(Shots fired) man in the hole nigga
(Shots fired) (tell g-unit to roll nigga)
(Shots fired) nine times, a tenth one will do it to him
(Shots fired) (somebody better tell them we will ruin in' them)
(Shots fired) 50 keep running his lips nigga
(Shots fired) (damn, you already been hit nigga)
(Shots fired) we don't give a fuck if you rich nigga
(Shots fired) (get the fuck off of our dicks nigga)
(Shots fired)
[outro: Jadakiss]
Crotr controversy sells, crotr, contr controversy sells
Controversy sells, but it aint like Death
And I just cant say it any clearer
[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah! FUCK niggaz!
Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
I'm a EXPOSE these bitches!
You don't like me SET IT!
[Styles P:]
This ain't for the radio, nor for the video
This is for the nigga with his banger by his shitter hole
Comin out the box crazy bear cause his shit is swole
Ready to roll, no holds barred
Gettin amped up, just lookin at his old scars
Yeah, you know it's on when the real nigga hatin you
No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you
He the type to break the blade off in you
Fuck a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you
What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree
Paintin niggaz burgundy, put 'em to surgery
Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency
S.P. is back, call the state of emergency
Nigga get the N-G-O's, shit you bend in your rolls
The men in your holes, all of my foes
All you smell is gunpowder then the scent of a rose, what!
[Chorus: Styles P]
Shoot niggaz, cut niggaz, fuck niggaz, what niggaz
Butt niggaz really shouldn't bop, you strut niggaz
Firearm touch niggaz, light him like a dutch nigga
Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up nigga
[Raw Buck:]
Fuck all these niggaz, let 'em die slow
Pistol-whip somethin 'til you break the raw{? } snow
Shoot a nigga throat out, hawk him in his eyeball
Let that nigga burn for tryin to run through this firewall
New world order, Raw Buck, S.P.
Twin tec ninas leave him wetter than a jet ski
I'm the rawest rookie, fire me where the vest be
I got a awkward offense, but I got the best D
Greatest man alive, no I'm not E.S.T.
Hoppin out the Nestle Crunch, color S.E.
Nod to the anthem, I'm a ride with the Phantom
Whether we in the fuckin Who-Ride or a Phantom
Real niggaz to feel it, fake niggaz'll fear it
I been with the real and I break fake niggaz spirits
All bear witness the truth nigga
I got no remorse, and I never been hesitant to shoot nigga
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Trust me, you don't really know who you fuckin with
The gun is called Dick, won't you go ahead and suck it bitch
E'rybody fly, actin like a fuckin bitch
If you ask me then e'rybody's a fuckin trick
Let me ease up, these niggaz ain't G'd up
They more like E'd up, once that I re'd up
Shoot him in his face, while he rollin his weed up
You rap with security, you pussy
If you sell crack with authority you pussy
Nigga can't run a block cause them niggaz'll run over you
Probably wouldn't jump, if they threw a gun over you
You ain't built for what you talkin about
You unworthy, oughta get hawked in your mouth
I got a white boyfriend that woulda called you a poser
Got a nigga in jail that woulda made you a dosier
You a wack-ass rapper nigga, fuck it it's over
[Chorus]
[Outro: Styles P]
Yeah, you know who the fuck it is
I got a story to tell
If you don't know it find out about it, bitch!
Nobody eats no more, hardest out point blank period
You don't believe me send all the motherfuckers at once
(with DJ Green Lantern
feat. Dwayne Collins)
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able.
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta put no money on the phone
I aint tryna blow it up ill be back home
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
My homie said P if I get locked up
I don't want a visit I don't need a visit
Cuz I don't need a nigga
I'm not a needy nigga
And if I'm in its my fault that I
wild out and got too greedy nigga
Ill be on the boulevard eattin soups
havin soups havin dreams of the boulevard
so I don't need the hood involved ill be
home in a minute getting dome in a minute
in the whip on chrome in a minute
in the zones in a minute
have my own in the minute
so I only use the phone for a minute
tell my nigga write Tyson just send a
lil love with flics of the parties with
the honeys and the thugs in it
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able.
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta put no money on the phone
I aint tryna blow it up ill be back home
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
My man said p I'm getting locked up.
But don't visit. Cuz ima be in the whole
for fuckin up niggas. No blood shit no crip shit
but I'ma flip the script on the day I get convicted.
Box to the ox until they take me out.
Know I got a PO while out throwin shit
rather go to CO hard as a rock fuck around
gotta do the whole bid in a box.
Fuck the cops I'ma diss em
but tell me hood niggas Imma miss em.
Send a kite so they don't lose me in the system.
I don't need money just a little love in a letter
ill survive until the struggle get better.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able.
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta put no money on the phone
I aint tryna blow it up ill be back home
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
My boy said P if I get locked up.
Don't visit me. I'm not tryna call so
I don't need the digits. If I got myself into it
I'ma get myself outta it. Just be bookin it,
armin it, chowin it. I don't need your currency.
I aint tryna complain cuz u aint seen me currently
cuz u should be outside where the big face
hundreds be. Just write a kite and just send a kite
and tell the niggas on the block they'll always be under me.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able.
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta put no money on the phone
I aint tryna blow it up ill be back home
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able
[Chorus:]
Every day I ryde on da regular;
You just regular, probably smokin' the regular! (regular!)
Yeah; you the prey, I'm the predator!
Yeah; you the movie, I'm the editor! (editor!) [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Now tell me: whatchu know about the zone?
You go to jail when your man is comin' home. (comin' home!)
Try to get Grants but the plan was all wrong,
Wait for the time but the sand is all gone. (all gone!)
What's the regiment? - Smoke weed, get the Benjamins
Hit the spot for cocaine measurin! (measurin!)
Got a Desert Eagle. - Need a city eagle!
Tryna tell my niggaz the whole city evil! (whole city evil!)
And all I know is murderers and gritty people.
But it is what it is!
And do what it do. - I ain't gettin' money,
My nigga; I keep it movin' cause it ain't good biz! (good biz!)
Half a mill' to a mill', that make you hood rich;
If you dope as a dime, I can get you a good brick. (good brick!)
You don't understand when I'm talkin' this hood shit;
Then turn the volume down and on to the next! (next!)
Got your girl on Patron then she's off to the X,
Got the Lex from the Japanese triad connect.
Iraq, Iran, guns on deck;
In the hands of the shooters if the funds ain't correct! (ain't correct!)
YEAH! - Now what you know about the street life?
You could lose your life any night, you don't creep right. (creep right!)
Hoodie up with the mask down;
School of hard knocks, the Ghost never was the class clown! (class clown!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Now tell me: what you know about the hood?
You doin' bad but you plannin' to do good. (do good!)
You wanted platinum but they'll put you in the wood;
You wanna ride and switch sides if you could! (if you could!)
What's the schedule? - Hit the streets stay credible;
Everybody food seems edible! (edible!)
Got the trey pound, - got the four pound;
Ride around town playin' 'Pac then it's Dogg Pound! (Dogg Pound!)
Keep a big joint - or a long sword;
I'm tryna win and fuck the points on the scoreboard! (scoreboard!)
Homie, this the game of death;
No Bruce Lee! - I don't use the pen or the looseleaf.
All I need is the Dutchy - if not two sheets of bamboo;
Handle. - You like the bars on the bike!
And you don't want a scar for your life;
This is the Ghost, I earned my stars and my stripes! - Nigga...
[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]
(From the heart)
This shit is crazy Storch
(From the soul)
Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh)
I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart)
Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well)
I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real)
So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah)
"In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill
So should I say hallelujah?
Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green
or the root of all evil like your father schooled you?
They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me quick
Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership
Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth
That's why I live in a cage nigga
Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, shit and I ain't pretendin
When a crook get a book with a happy endin
Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time
Nine milli' have you close to dyin
But it's senseless, when I can let loose
and just spit a sentence of some absurd shit
Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped
I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this
[Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs]
This is the real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Then you ain't been where I been
And you ain't been where I been
This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Then you ain't been where I been
And you ain't been where I been, this is for real
[Styles P:]
Die fo' what you believe in
Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?}
Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in
Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth
Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical
Dawg I decapitate niggaz, I never was yellow
But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker
All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up
Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me
And I hit you with some shit that make your life fucked up
Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
if God intervene or Christ jump up... what?
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Styles P]
Shit's close to the end and I ain't a beginner
Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that
everybody dinner - this the house of pain
Tell everybody in there, I'ma bring it to 'em right
Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life
Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite
Shit is all love, same time it's real too
Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Styles P: over Chorus]
This is the Ghost nigga, Double R and D-Block
Scott Storch, whattup
[Gerald Levert:]
No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO!
You ain't been where I been, no no!
No no no no no no no no no nooooooo...
[Styles P:]
[Styles P]
This a Supa Mario and Poobs production
I know that you pussy
Cause you ain't the same if police is around nigga
I know that you pussy - I know that you pussy
Cause you ain't the same if police is around nigga
Listen my niggaz, I ain't with all that riffin my niggaz
Load 9 bullets and hit you, have you shittin my niggaz
Niggaz bodies out New York but they lettin they mouths ride
Been a long time since y'all been on the South side
Y'all niggaz wanna count what we got, y'all niggaz industry
Cornball I get most my shit from the block
But it's funny I can switch up my watch, plus switch up my car
Got a house in a real cool spot
But you never gon' see me on "Cribs"
I'm a criminal, can't let them grimy niggaz see where I live
Cause they might kick in the door, lookin for the piff and the raw
But all they gon' get's the fifth and the four
"All Eyez on Me" like Mr. Shakur
Knockin the Whispers in the Cadillac, sit on velour
I adapt to my habitat, give me a four
With a fully loaded clip, a bitch that drive stick
that can roll a thai stick, definitely on some high shit
Ma I'm 'bout to cut up this Yayo
Bring 50 to the Bank then Buck at these a-holes
But, I don't wanna blam they click
They don't stand a chance and I'ma come cleaner like the dance to this shit
Them niggaz aight, but tell Yayo to vamoose
Let me set you, check you, 50 don't respect you
On the radio he said your baby mom was a Deuce
I was sittin on the bunk like damn he a punk
Don't make me off niggaz y'all snitches is soft niggaz
What? I'm just fuckin around wit y'all niggaz
I ain't tryin to catch a case
I know that you pussy, police is wit'chu
Security or somethin, I ain't gon' risk it my niggaz
Case you ever fell jumpy leave the cops at home though
Y'know? ONE
The Ghost, ha ha ha!
[Styles P]
Yeah (yeah, D-Block)
We ain't gon' talk this much this year, "Time is Money" nigga
We'll talk "After Taxes" (Sheek Louch)
There's a science to our shit nigga (you know this)
We love each other muh'fucker
We'll die for each other, shit is real muh'fucker
{MARIO!!!}
I'm from a place where they die for a dollar bill
Some niggaz get rich, most niggaz just go to jail
Niggaz in the hood, hit shit and they know it's real
Either get, life or some dough for the blow you sell
Which make me a hard fellow, paint the Benz the color of Caramellos
Sky blue and dark yellow, chillin in Palm Meadows
Tryin to get some M's in my hand
Can't see the picture need to look again or get your camera a lens
It's the game, who the fuck let the amateurs win
I hit the wind, time to sin, pick my man up at ten
He said P (whattup dawg) get the GT if you damaged the Benz
It ain't the money it's respect that make me man of the men
He said dollars is important to niggaz
I told him holla let him earn it we extortin them niggaz (hahaha)
Straight bodies, no slippin, no court for them niggaz
Suck my dick, is the only words I offer them niggaz
It's a new day and age, when I die throw {?} in my grave
And tell my niggaz in the cage I wasn't able to save
Sometimes the streets get the best out of men, they got a cell for you
Crackers tryin to stretch out the pen, I go to hell for you
See like the eyes on the pyramids
They offer niggaz death, cause they see they got fear of it
Shoot niggaz in the head cause it's just an experiment
He said he was a thug to see his blood so they smearin it
What?
(D-Block nigga) Muh'fucker
Shit is crazy (You know what time it is)
Yeah (We ain't fuckin talkin too much this year)
I'm starvin nigga (FUCK niggaz)
It's my turn, "Time is Money"
Poobs we out
[Intro: Styles P]
Ohh man, I mean
I gotta do somethin for the ladies, right?
It's that kind of beat right here Poobs
I feel it, let's go
[Styles P:]
Yeah, you told your man look at her
Then he was like, "Damn look at her"
Knee boots, mink shirt, top made of fur
And now you like, "I wonder where she work"
She on the dance floor, you like the twist and the jerk
She sweeter than Ms. Butterworth
And now you like, "Ma, who you?
Got 'em sick like the flu how you dipped in Lou"
She remind you of your first .22
She real small with a lot of bang
You give her a ring cause you and her gotta hang
She swear to God that, you and her got a thing
[Chorus: Styles P]
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice face, nice waist - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice hips, nice lips - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice eyes, nice size - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice walk, nice talk - damn look at her
[Styles P:]
She look good in her gym clothes in fact
With a little Air Max with the pins in the wrap
All her friends are tens or similar to that
Got a walk for the runway; talk that can fund-raise
With a smile that look brighter than the sun ray
And she's a real classy chick
You know the type that you probably see a athlete with
A rapper, actor, or a activist
Or a C.E.O. dude that had to be rich
Or a drug dealin kingpin that have them bricks
You like, "Damn if I could have them hips, or I could have them lips"
You look at her, and imagine this
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Yeah, you was like, "Damn look at her"
She remind you of a car, it's probably the flyin spur
Or maybe it's the Audi with the real good curves
You tryin to get up in her ear with the feel good words
Felt real confident, know you was willy
Told shorty that she was sweeter then the strawberry Phillies
Said some old school stuff like, "Boy you was silly"
Then you hand her over your jacket, you knew she was chilly
Now you got her, she got you, you all in the spot too
You like her, she like you, both of y'all hot too
Now it's goin down and the plan occur
And you got her in the bed like, "Damn look at her"
[Tony Montana from Scarface: talking]
All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one. You understand.
[Chorus x2: The Game]
Lord forgive me my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, if only I could fly
Why fight to live homie if we livin to die
[Styles P:]
I don't give a fuck what many men wish
I from the D Block, clickin out semi auto shit
P a hustler, I'm a a double levy, penny I get
And that's words to my haze and my remy I sip
And you can pray to God and play the yard
I throw the laser on the 89 and spray your squad
Nah, use to have hopes and dreams
Now it's locs with coats with triple beams
With machine guns fiends.
[Chorus x2]
[Nas:]
Rock the world might be like colors and gangs
Follow my side brothers would [? ] for different thangs
But it all revovle around [? ] and shorties
Suffer your bling [? ] for your chain, the same story
From checoslovakia, the texas metropilis, the tretorous foxes, and the mexican mafia
They scrappin with tats on their backs, valid wars
Nuthin less then the lethal injection if ever caught
Court rooms, eagles, and flags, american style
While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Whatchin for pain chips, throwin no lead at your child
But them gangstas pulloutin your child
The berry be out, the chain be like 100k
Shining since roxane shaunte made runaway
That's been a minute, genisis is deep, my feature are that of a god
Is not a [? ], it's a fact that these rappers wanna be Nas.
[answering machine beeps]
[Styles P:]
Street life my niggaz
Shit's a motherfucker you know?
I try to tell these shorties somethin
They look at me like, "What the fuck?
Nigga you worse than me"
Nigga, don't listen to the message
Listen to the message
A message to my son, it's times in my life
Where I stood around to fight when it was better off to run
A message to my daughter, daddy ain't make you
But sometimes in life blood ain't thicker than water
A message to my wife, I gotta say I love you
And thank you for makin shit better in my life
A message to my moms, don't worry about your kids
Cause love is always love when we in God's arms
A message to my pops, my head's on my shoulders
And I'm takin care of family and never will it stop
A message to my sister, your big brother got you
But never in life let a coward nigga twist you
A message to my niggaz, when it comes to the hood
Who the fuck in the world could do it better than my niggaz
A message to my group, we got it we made it
Cause nobody in the world sound better in the booth
[Chorus:]
[BEEP~! ] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now
[BEEP~! ] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message - it's on right now
[BEEP~! ] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now
[BEEP~! ] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message
[Styles P:]
A message to the jail, I don't really write
Cause it's hard for me to say keep your head up through the mail
A message to the poor, stressin the life
What we don't get now we get in the second life
A message to the kids, stick to your school
Cause if you fuck with the streets that's jail or a bid
A message to the wild, you should calm down
Cause everybody rattin and you probably blow trial
A message to the ladies, depend on yourself
So if daddy walk out you take care of the baby
A message to the rich, you should spread love
'Fore niggaz like me go ahead and spread clips
A message to the hood, shit is bad now
But we gon' be aight, cause it's soon to be good
A message to the world, I don't give a FUCK
P smoke 'til he he and he drink 'til he earl
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Many ways they can send you a message, like a word from the wise
Or a 45 that send you to heaven
Some'll throw you a look, others a book
Like the king gettin killed by the rook, straight-forward
Some'll grab they soul when they feel like the Lord's callin
Some see it before it come
My nigga, one is all and all is one
I wanna see us all rich before all this done
But it's really God call cause we all his sons
Some I'ma play my role, hope God save my soul
Let me slide for them sins I owe
Pain and more pain's the only change I know
Brain stay in the frame, I'm in the game I blow
Either my watch broke or my lame-ass slow
But I'ma count my blessings 'til I get to the essence
It's all good just send me a message, what?
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
A message to the jail
A message to the poor
A message to the kids
A message to the wild
A message to the ladies
[Intro: (Aja)]
What can I say? (ooooohhhhh, yeeeeeeeaaaaaaahh!)
It's so real.
I don't even feel like talkin' most of the time... (yeee-eeeaaa-yeeaaaahhh, yeee-eeeaaa-yeeeeaaaahhh!)
It's ironic that I happen to MC...
Then I don't really wanna say shit! (ooo-ooooooohhh-ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!)
Kinda funny, though... (yeeeaaaaaaaahhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhh!)
[Styles P:]
I always feel the ghost-es amongst me (yeah!)
I remember times when the roaches was hungry. (let 'em know!)
The livin' was grungy. - If it's money, I bungee until the cord breaks; (sssss!)
Thinkin' that I might be the one that's in the Lord's way. (I might be!)
Am I the bad that's provokin' the good? (c'mon!)
We all ride! - All live and we smokin' the good. (we all liiiive!)
But my nigga on the reel to reel; (reel!)
We move stock - 'til we not for gettin' - killed for bills! (it's like that!)
And it's all about the chills and thrills - and the good times (good times!)
It's like the mob, nigga, - in it 'til the hood dies! (YEEAAHH!)
Addicted to the concretes, addicted to the crates! (uhh!)
If we don't get a connect, - we stickin' up a wake. (word!)
Whatchu know about a wake - with the bishop bein' late? (whatchu know?)
All my jail niggaz standin' up, fists up to the gate. (staand up!)
Faggot-ass CO's get the piss up in they face (ssssshhhh!)
Hold a grudge cause the judge never listened to the case! - Yeah!
[Chorus: Aja]
Even though you feeeel liiike - cryyyiiin'
Juuust keeeep on smilin'!
Believin' that, there is gonna beeee,
Somethin' better past the paaaiiin!
And even though it huuuurts liike heeeell
You, - juuust keeeep on giiiivin'!
Doo-ooo-ooon't stop moviiin' aaaand
It's all worth it in the eeeend; you just keep the - faith!
[Styles P:]
You can see it but you just can't vision it! (see it!)
Society judge a man for the way - that he live in it. (true!)
Either you gettin' money or deal with imprisonment;
No in betweens! (no in betweens!) - I'm gettin' green! (ssss!)
Spots in the world where - they don't know what dinner mean; (damn!)
It's really not that crazy in the paint! (not!)
Hear 'Clef in the club. - Have Haiti on the brain! (salute!)
Surrounded by liquor drinkers, niggaz makin' it rain. (uhh!)
And the world's always changin' but we still need change. (change!)
Life's a bitch. - Is death like a good woman? (huuuh?!)
I ask that - cause I know the whole hood comin' (I KNOW!)
And the fam' comin'. - And do!
Heaven got a' ocean or a dam runnin', tryna understand somethin'; (tryna!)
Flowin' like a feather in the wind. (flow!)
It start off rough. - Do it get better at the end? (huuuh?!)
Do I go to a place - where I don't never have to sin? - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I'm wicked in my ways cause my temperament, (yeah!)
Ride for my crew and fuck - everybody's sentiment. (ride!)
You enter in the dragon or "The Gangster And The Gentleman" [inhale]
Saliva - is like poison - with adrenaline! (fear you!)
I spread love to the point I hit the hay line. (you know!)
Fuck jail and state time but you ain't gon' take mines! (brother!)
It sucks when you livin on gun terms;
Rather be - high on the island gettin' sunburned! [inhale]
Live 'til I'm old know what my daughter and my son learned
Life is all real, my nigga. - You get one turn! (one turn!)
I'm tryna tell these boys that they oughta learn
It ain't just fire, my nigga. - Even water burn! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Outro 1: Aja - talkin']
Faith makes all things possible. (makes all things possibleeeeeeeee!)
Faith is the reality of... (the realityyyyyyyyy!)
Things I hope for. (of things that I hooooooooope foooooor!)
And the evidence of things not seen and told... (evidence... of things NOT seeeeen and tooooold!)
Keep the faith, y'all! (wooooaaaaahhhhhh!)
Hahahaaa! (IIIIIIIII see you there!)
Just keep the faith y'all (oooooooooooooohhh!)
[Chorus]
[Outro 2: Aja - singin']
Wooooaaa-ooooaaaaa-oooooooaaaaaaaaa-ooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
Smiliiiiiin'!
Yeeaa-eeeaaahhhhh, oooohhh!
Somethin' better past the paaaaaaaaaiiiiiin!
And even THOOOOUUUUUGH...
Huuuurts liike heeeell, YOOOOUUUU... [beat fades-out]
Keeeep GIIIIIVIN'!
Oooohhhh!
[2 x jadakiss]
Niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
Game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
No, you can't live without us - it's ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!
[Jadakiss & styles p]
Checks get cut after the clearance
But what we dealing with is hard work and perseverance
Still send a nice ransom note to your parents
I'ma wrap this bitch till it needs some ball bearings
Trying to renovate the west wing of the mansion
I ain't thinking recession, I'm thinking expansion...
I be in the malls
But my chain is dancing
More than 200 on the dash?
I'ma tear it
But you ain't gotta be nice
Pass off for parents
44 mag is the last thing you hearing
If the work don't make it, that's a pass interference
Shots of tequila, spending car money at the jeweler
Spending house money at the dealer
Rubber bag of piff
Sour need a sealer
Wanna see a real nigga?
I just look into the mirror.
2 x chorus:
Niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
Game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
No, you can't live without us - it's ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!
[Verse 2]
We about dough
Never without dough, moving work out of state
In and out flow
Real lyrical
Ralph lauren table, ralph lauren couch, yo
Ralph lauren everything that fit up in the house though
Whaddup to them polo boys who know tony
Couldn't have been manolo's boy
Cartier frames
Clear lens tho!
8 series beemer, 7-series benzo
Mobster: I probably go to hell if my friends go
Never shoot in a blind fury
Diamonds like sprite!
It's lemon and lime jewelry.
[2 x chorus:]
[Verse 3]
Rap with the connect - it's ok!
Hope you force somebody to test it - it's ok!
Lookout on the lookout - it's ok!
We gonna have the fiends singing like michele
Bang hard like the niggas out in east la
Know we from the bay in the pink all day
Still dope money in the grey mink all day
Just do it right, don't sit around and think all day
[Intro]
Two guns up nigga
And a vest nigga, Big Fonz comin at you nigga
Think you a gangsta nigga? I eat you boy
Spit you out and throw you back up nigga
Quick turn the lights out 'fore you get your dreams smashed
[Styles P]
Let's go Poobs
S.P. the gunfire is rapid
And I don't talk on the phone just in case that the feds tap it
Fuck with me, you a lame, it's plain the game backwards
I'ma put your brain where your front doormat is
With the pump or the 9-M-M
P harder than jail and your time ain't end
Yeah, it's the Ghost motherfucker
Cop P's off a block close to Post motherfucker
And I went to Broadway for coke motherfucker
And the block close to Preston for the dope motherfucker
And I can name spots that I robbed, work I put in
Case you thought that I was not on the job
Damn, you frontin for who nigga?
Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue nigga
Fuck it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you nigga
'Til a real nigga catch you then he leave you nigga
Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun
Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off
Frontin nigga, pull your Coupe off
Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out
Matter fact pop Crist', tell that bitch what your life 'bout
Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout
Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner nigga
Two guns up, you a motherfuckin goner nigga
Shit, I'ma show you how to wrong a nigga
Write a nigga swish on his face, straight Nike a nigga
Shit goin down when, P don't like a nigga
You ain't really hard, you just fuckin actin hyper nigga
What?
(Yeah Poobs)
The Ghost, I'm there nigga
[Chorus x2: Styles P]
Sheek Louch is a gangster, gangster
Jadakiss is a gangster, gangster
Styles P is a gangster, D-Block
Won't you come fuck with a gangster, gangster
[Styles P:]
You don't get nothin but gun shells
I ain't on the bar, Louch pass me the dumbbells
I'm in war mode, they in more mode
Body after body so the story was foretold
Twist 'em up real tight just like a cornrow, stick in they hair grease
Bullets in ya eye and your earpiece
Bullets whistle like canary for canaries
Your stones is yellow but so is the owner
Ain't a Blood but I'll make him a donor
Crash the whip at the dealer tryin to get me a loaner
Got a spliff that I dipped in Corona
Fuck around make you sip some ammonia
Karma, put your ass in a coma
Ain't nobody give a fuck if you paralyzed
'Kiss past the saw so I can shave down to barrel size
Said he was the king 'til he looked in the pharaoh eyes
Blow was the bulb was the verse as the arrow ride
What nigga!
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss:]
Yup, AH-HA!
Yo, you ain't got to remind me, I'm a top-of-the-line G
If you a fan you can say I been poppin since 9-3
If you my man then you know I been poppin my whole life
Outside 'til it's finished my nigga, the whole night
Few contract and inkpens later
Turn into boss respect, mob ties and kingpin paper
Mountin the D, Cardi frames and pink Gators
Gotta learn how to deal with the weak link haters
Don't even think about the top 10, just think Jada
Never eat no less, then I think greater
Gambino affiliate - still transport bricks
A boy on a bike, while my man willie it
Silly shit, imagine how rich we could really get
Fuck a pool table, the crib got a billiard
Streets is our problem, hope Allah's got 'em
Three-piece purple label with the hard bottoms - gangster
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch:]
Silverback! No doubt (yeah)
That's you son, aiyyo I got you though
Aiyyo straight out the gate I pack heavy, big Chevy
24's, bandanna like I'm one of the outlaws
4-4 sit on my lap, other thing in the truck
It's too big and it come with a strap
I got bitches, money, cars in a lot
I already got weed, bring cigars to the spot
Coke in a pot, 'gnac on the counter
Three money countless; get from around us
I probably won't do Yay' or 50 sales
Like they probably won't last in none of these jails
I'm tattooed up, Levi's double sewed Chuckers
No shirt, I'm back muh'fuckers!
The mac muh'fuckers don't clack muh'fuckers
That keep your lil' stink mouth intact muh'fuckers
Silverback nigga, the Barack O. of rap
L.O.X., D-Block coward, hold that!
"Don't push the Mario man!"
[Styles P]
(In my hood) E'rybody sayin fuck 50 (fuck him)
That he don't really want a buck fifty (uh-uh)
Listen dawg, Banks ain't shit and Buck ain't shit (they ain't shit)
By the way, as usual, suck my dick
And the other nigga ain't worth nuttin (uh-uh)
He ain't worth shootin, ain't worth countin to mention a nigga
Catch 50 in the hood, we lynchin a nigga
Heard Boy Wonder gay as a bird
Did a porno with a man, nigga stay off the curb
And by the way, I don't wanna fuckin hammer you niggaz
I know James Cruz a rat and that's your manager nigga
And birds of a feather, flock together
Fly South for the winter get shot together (boom)
It's a God damn shame what it's come to
Got a bullet in his jaw guess 50 want, one in his tongue too
But I ain't tryin to fuck with the Rat Unit
Made 50 million, spent about ten on police
And I ain't got that much but I can chill on the streets
And I ain't tryin to get in the mood (uh-uh)
Who you tryin to fake out, when the only thing you take out is food
Nigga better look at your zip code
I'll be in New York when I'm spittin that shit bro
I ain't got a problem with lettin the fifth go
Your men look like bitches, tell them niggaz start lettin your dick go
You don't really want it with Ghost
Your money long but my shit still stronger than dope, motherfucker
Cowards, whattup nigga? (Yeah)
How could you talk shit with police with you? (How?)
Let's be serious
Fall back nigga (fall back)
I mean you sold ten million, you did it baby
Fall back (word)
This is real niggaz nigga
Ain't no police over here nigga
You must be fuckin sniffin coke in that mansion, fake-ass Scarface
You shoulda tried to fuck with us, idiot
Time is money
Since you got so much money nigga
Cop a million of my shits, and learn somethin
Learn how to rap motherfucker, ONE
[Styles P:]
Lot of people mad I ain't dead yet
S.P. comin through your speakers and headsets
Streets is in the buildin whenever the Ghost in it
I remember cereal boxes with roaches in it
I'm a double G, that's a gangster and gentleman
Humble was nights I been homeless, cold and tremblin
You don't wanna touch me, can't hold no grem-lin
Gargoyle like Chow Yun, Fat in "Hard Boiled"
Better stay away cause I'm toxic, hoch spit
Right in your face and bang you out like the moshpit
Heard I put in the work, it wasn't no gossip
The man with the plan so you know that the plot thick
Clip on reserve for whoever deserve
I swear to God, that's my word that I'm off of the curve
So you should know I'm in it to win it
If it start with a 3-M with an A that meant to spin it
I like European cars and I'm into the spinach
Fuck around, you won't even get to finish the minute
Cause, it could be over in two seconds with two weapons
Think I really care about whatever your crew reppin?
[Chorus: Bully]
I'm in it to win it, you motherfuckers ain't pay no dues
I dare you walk a, day in my shoes
I'm in it to win it, I'm on a strip tryin to move these bricks
But the streets won't let me quit
I'm in it to win it, you best believe I'm on my grind
You feel my pain in every verse and line
I'm in it to win it, years end and I'm still goin hard bitch
Knowin that these rappers is garbage
I'm in it to win it
[Bully:]
Uhh, yes I is the best I is
Go hard like that Bedstuy kid; nigga I'm in it to win it
Momma said be the best I is
I burn shit down, just like Left Eye did
Uhh, the game don't stop, the pain don't stop
Bullets rip through his skull like a Drano shot
Got a strip for me to eat on, P name the spot
I take aim at any nigga (who?) name or not
For my hand-to-hand niggaz, five gram niggaz
Blam-blam niggaz, you know who it is - Bully bitch!
Gun ready for any nigga who want it
Slam me? I don't think so, I'm fo' hundred (ha ha)
Yeah, I'm sittin in my Phantom
Nah I'm lyin, I'm hustlin, tryin to get a Phantom
You don't really understand him
Five-star general, ten-hut; nigga get your face cut
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I do the knowledge if the cypher work
But ask the homie that the knife insert, what life is worth
When his heart pumps slow and his blood that he burp
And it's all type of shit on his shirt
And his girl and his mom look hurt
And he thinkin 'bout his seed but he layin in the hospital, leavin the Earth
They say real men pray for they enemies
Forgive but don't forget so I don't slip when I'm drunk off Hennessy
Blame that all ridiculous
Hoody'd up, in the cut, inconspicuous
Nina gon' burn them boys just like syphillis
Cross me, I'm a show 'em all what trippin is
The difference is, I'm a real G don't wanna make no noise
Got a conscience, to really wanna take them boys
To a place they never been or go again
You could blame the wind cause look what it's blowin in
S.P. the Ghost, here we go again, know that I'm goin in
You ain't doin nothin but goin out
My gun's like a candle, who dare me to blow it out?
All these rappers garbage, who want me to throw 'em out?
What?
[Chorus]
[Bully:]
I'm in it to win it
I'm in it to win it
[12 seconds instrumental]
[Styles P:]
Most of us came from a broken home;
Drownin' in my sorrows, drinkin' liquor, tryna smoke alone. (alone!)
Argue with my wife; so I broke my phone
Throw it on the wall, tryna ball, but they playin' zone! (playin' zone!)
Connect is actin' funny with the work,
Like my money didn't work. - They gon' end up gettin' murked. (murked!)
The label actin' funny with the deal
Like the shit that I be spittin' on the record wasn't real! (real!)
Hood mad but they know a nigga riiide;
But the hate and jealousy - can blow a nigga high! (high!)
The other day I said I know a nigga fucked;
When I played the bodega - it was two dollars for the Dutch. (Dutch!)
To keep it real, we livin in real tiiime,
And I feel a nigga's pain but they never can feel MINE! (mine!)
And so I'm on the go with the green light,
I don't even sleep; how the fuck could I dream right?
[Chorus: Rell]
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
They keep tellin' meee - things gettin' better...
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
But I'm a do me. - You can say whatever; I'm a Geeee!
[Styles P:]
Ghost - never on the swag shit!
Guess it's a sad thing my tarot card is magic. (magic!)
I remember I ain't never have shit
December was cold but - February was drastic! (drastic!)
So pardon my niggaz and what they traffic;
Or if they seem cold when the murder scene's tragic. (tragic!)
Niggaz can talk shit! (talk shit!) - We don't even glimpse.
Niggaz can get hit. - We don't even wince! (wince!)
Come with an "Entourage" and I don't mean Vince;
Purple ape in a purple Porsche. - Of course I'm playin' Prince! (Prince!)
Or lookin' through the sky light, my light;
And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights. (my rights!)
Blowin on a long Dutch, inhale!
How I lie? I'd rather die than be in jail! (in jail!)
It's all good 'til it's all bad,
And the ugly niggaz gon' crash your broad's pad!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I keep it movin' in my new J.O.'s
On them blocks - where them young boys move yayo. (yayo!)
They salute like: "Whattup O.G.? " - I salute;
Cause it's the "Wild Wild West" like - Kool Moe Dee! (Kool Moe Dee!)
What they do for a two-door B - and a nice watch?
Blow your brains out when the cocaine price drop (price drop!)
Like: "Yeah, I know my man got life ock; "
"The game don't stop so pull the weed out your night sock! " (night sock!)
Yeah! - It's like that, ain't it?
My Down South niggaz that got the Lex painted. (painted!)
My East coast niggaz that got the Benz kitted;
Don't it hurt when they snitch and you found out your friends did it? (did it!)
I thought it's 'Money Over Bitches' but
Niggaz throw money at bitches so let's kick it! (kick it!)
If you really live by the G code:
Shoot a couple of guns! - Hurry up and reload!
[Intro: Styles P]
This is how I fly...
HA! [beat starts]
[Styles P {Avery Storm}:]
Bubonic'd up, - sauerkraut. (ssssh!)
You know what'll light the way when the power's out;
You know? - Mary Jane. - Old Mary Jane (oh!)
Need to change her hair color, got a brand new name! (see ya!)
I love it when you gain them pounds (love it!)
Cause my attitude sucks when you ain't came 'round. (uh!)
They can judge, but they don't blow; (uh-uh!)
But "It's Something About - Mary" that they don't know! (they don't know...)
Got me open like Ben Stiller! (oh!)
Lookin' for my lighter cause my friend got killer. (uhh!)
Handin' him a Dutch; roll a ten my nilla, (fo' real!)
Know what I do with - all of my scrilla! {this is how I flyyyy...}
[Chorus: Avery Storm (Styles P)]
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight (you flyin', baby!)
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyyy!
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer. (haha!)
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyy!
[Styles P {Avery Storm):]
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee! (sting)
Couple stacks, a few big heads for the P. (BIG HEADS!)
The whole Blood nation ain't redder than me; (red!)
One Visine every night I seen. (seen!)
Watch the "Tropic Thunder", "Me, Myself & Irene", (yup!)
Smoke the Chapelle, light up the Mike Epps. (light!)
Any given time, QB on deck. (any given!)
All the hippies like "Ditto";
"Jungle Fever", how I creep with white widow? (hahaha!)
Real hustler, tryna get bucks (bucks!) {oooohh, yeeeeaaaah!}
Real stoner, tryna get stuck; (STUCK!)
I smoked the winners - of the Cannabis Cup. - Bitch! {this is how I flyyyy...}
[Chorus: Avery Storm (Styles P)]
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight (keep lyin'!)
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyyy! (whooo!)
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyy!
[Interlude: Styles P (Avery Storm)]
We flyin' airy... (yeeee-yeeeee-eeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!)
Real high! (this is how I flyyyy...)
[Styles P {Avery Storm}:]
You ever seen a cloud inside? (HUH?) {yeeaah, yeeaah!}
You could be deaf and know it's loud inside! (loud!)
No E pill, no formaldehyde! (nah!)
I ain't knockin' you but this is how I fly. (fly!)
I don't need a airline to find my flight (uh-uuuh!)
All I need is my lighter and now I'm right! (I'mmm right!)
Spark up the fire, the timing's right;
Ghost and Avery Storm; - wow, we fly! (WOW!) {this is how I flyyyy...}
[Chorus: Avery Storm (Styles P)]
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyyy! (LIIIGHTER!)
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight,
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer. (OOOH, YEAH!)
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyy!
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight, (are you flyin'?)
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyy!
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight, (light it, babe!)
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer. (hahahaaa!)
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
Bull pen in the building, Chasey chicken in the building
Yo ...turn that shit, light up
Niggas think they nice
You don’t think we nice
Wave your fucking arm
So I can take it the fuck off, fuck nigga
Go ahead, let me see, hahaha
H.o.l. all day, yeah ghost is for hell I can tell my way
You know I smoke smell hellfire
What you know about shellfire
Choke with your jesus chain, fucking with hell rider
Popped in the larinex, then fish your keys out the water like mariners
I’m in sierra like the mariners,
I just wanna smoke and get high
All for the cameras, tell it top 10,
Or the top 5, but I kill all of them niggas
In one letter shot fly
Hardwork, I’m rapping the hustle I’m never off work
Before you give me 5, you should think about the forth first
The white work get facilitated
Salute to the Spanish niggas affiliated
Now we hustle clean for the prison niggas that never made it
I’m neighbors with athletes and actors
Still on the strip with the dope boys and jackerz
It’s not that I hustle backwards
But I can fit in anywhere, move like traffic
Let me slow down for the dumb boys
You don’t see me but you hear me like the gun noise
I’m in the gunshot, yeah, it’s a thumble in the jungle
The minute you let the blunt drop
If you wanna hustle then nigga keep your gun cocked
I’m vito corleone in my middle age
Smoking rock in my jordans they say I be killing jays
The day I die they name it real nigga day
You the type to read a book and skip a page
You ratched, and my ratched don’t care about your gang
You label attack racket, blue habits, red habits
Niggas run the gangs in New York like dead rabbits
Holiday, I’m back and it ain’t for the holiday
It’s all year around, put niggas on your block
Don’t even go there now
Yeah it’s real quiet for you,
Yeah
L-O-X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers
[Styles Paniro:]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to get me this loot
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin to Swizz
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'm a give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife
[CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles]
[Jadakiss:] Uh huh, HOLIDAY
[Styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L
[Styles Paniro:]
Yo...
I do it all for my niggas, even ride with a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'm a get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz'
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash
Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now bitch you oughta know I'm a ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke
Roof for the villain shoot with no feeling
Like audio two the crew was top billin
Blowing the dutch in the coop with no sealing
And visible bully like the Gucci when I'm illin
Cash too green is take to the toilet like i'm Michael Corleone
In the bathroom scene
Young black bido chop and wrapped kilos, clap torpedos
Stack do-ritos, we in the make house sippin the mojito
Discussing be nicko green weed and disel,
aka muscle air hose
You can see through round in the bullet prove five year
I'm lethal.
Hook:
Y'all when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh
Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh
Act high style look agressive and kind of harsh
Like a ruff child with money that's why I'm harsh
How we dealin with em, harsh
How we deal it with em, harsh
How we handle on em, harsh
How we mangle on em, harsh
Stop b*tch you don't wanna to cause me the act
And if i'm itching and you front
it's my duty to act
Your style is infectious actress in the Lexus
sunroof open yeah she's for breakfast
Beef never setteled i'm Leon to the ghetto
Rustle with the hustle Rick rubin with the metal
When I lick a shot man that you're top floor
Blocks like stocks everybody bought more
Birds all up the sky, Rest could drop dead flying through Bedstock, White drop here, sticky green twist
yeleteen click,Gather that 3 piece suit for the trip Link with the mini Cano straight to so Frito
Three point range hit Frito with key locks.
Hook:
Y'all when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh
Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh
Act high style look agressive and kind of harsh
Like a ruff child with money that's why I'm harsh
How we dealin with em, harsh
How we deal it with em, harsh
How we handle on em, harsh
How we mangle on em, harsh
Stop b*tch you don't wanna to cause me the act
And if i'm itching and you front
it's my duty to act
Shine like a bracelet sure but I'ma tighten
Hard like when customer was training Tyson
Gun really acting the car but no license
Life on top of the city could touch lightening
Cocaine wave dollar bill slave
Brainless tough of the inside is swade
Robert lutcher kiss and teller see a grave, one third of a legacy
Pedigree is I could make a don a don 'cause of integrity
Rap like a phenomenon sleap for a better dream
None this for deader things smoke for medicine Big is the rap I dpn't think that I'm better than
Hook:
Y'all when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh
Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh
Act high style look agressive and kind of harsh
Like a ruff child with money that's why I'm harsh
How we dealin with em, harsh
How we deal it with em, harsh
How we handle on em, harsh
How we mangle on em, harsh
Stop b*tch you don't wanna to cause me the act
And if i'm itching and you front
it's my duty to act
And if i'm itching and you front
it's my duty to act
I rap stone together and "cash" is spelled quick
Like a "so" getting voodoo blesses before i move bricks
I beat you like the number eleven when two sticks
Money from the door when i Bop with two chicks
It won't stop, never stop there he go again
Together watch the coke and how I bake it and sort of blend
Fredricka kinda pure see how we make the feam flacka
and watch it live for the coka quickly wrap around the block
They say we back on business 'cause the coke prize dropped
How we flooded the bubble white till is white hot
What?
Pop purchases we chopping up the pieces until only the shake is left counting the profit in Ibiza
80 million dollar Yachts, Scotch, and a little Reefa Diamond so big they call it anoxious little creature Money the coure the original painting of the Mona Lisa
High how i feel the clouds sitting on my Caesar.
Hook:
Y'all when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh
Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh
Act high style look agressive and kind of harsh
Like a ruff child with money that's why I'm harsh
How we dealin with em, harsh
How we deal it with em, harsh
How we handle on em, harsh
How we mangle on em, harsh
Stop b*tch you don't wanna to cause me the act
And if i'm itching and you front
[Intro: Styles P]
It's a lot of pain (a lot of pain)
You learn to live with it though (know'msayin)
Things we do
[Styles P:]
Hungry, starvin in beast mode
Live by the street code, where niggaz take your shit like the repo
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn)
So-called brother in the hood (brother)
Lord help us (Lord help) you gotta know we possessed (y'know)
I guess it's the stress that make us a hot mess
It's somethin on the chest cause none of my niggaz rest (none of them)
Graveyard shift; my guns with the laser spit
'Til you're hit, all the tissue come off (off)
Nobody go to church but they hustle to get across
Who am I to argue or fight or bicker (who am I)
When, I could see my demon in the cup of the liquor
Reflection, my section, shit's gettin thicker (shit's thick)
Cause love don't mix with the liquor - you should know that
Gun, knife or bat I'm yellin out hold that
Twenty, fifties or hundreds, you know I'm tryin to fold that
[Chorus x2: Styles P]
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper (five)
Did some trife shit, for a green piece of paper (ten)
Did some hype shit, for a green piece of paper (twenty)
A green piece of paper (fifty) a green piece of paper (a hundred)
[Styles P:]
In the game for mad years, paid a whole lot of dues in it
Never bite the hand that feeds you (never) but the rules is different
When the hand that feeds you ain't got food in it (what do you do then?)
Room full of scholars, bet you it's a fool in it (I bet you!)
Yeah, I learn my wisdom from the wise (whattup)
But then I learned livin from the lies (salute)
Both drop the same jewel boy, better get it it's your time (no it ain't)
But nope I say it's God time
I'm just a maker of hard rhymes, due to the hard times
Skin's real thick, you could look at the scar lines
Sometimes in my mind, I be still on the yard time
Hittin the bar time; crunches to the push-ups to the dips (yeah)
But real niggaz push up with the clips (that's what it is)
My niggaz is raw, you heard right, no cook up in this bitch (no cook up)
Let it go you better duck, don't look up in this bitch (don't look up)
We came to body somethin, we ain't shook up in this bitch (we ain't shook)
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I did some trife shit, and hype shit (yeah)
On the grind every night that's why I don't write shit (why I don't write)
Used to go hand-to-hand, rob niggaz man-to-man
Hoppin out the hoopty or the van cause I ain't have a plan (I ain't have a
Plan)
Now I did a lot of shit, for a green piece of paper (a lot of shit)
I formed my teams, I was on the scene thinkin major
Before a e-mail I served fiends off the pager
Gettin high, dreamin 'bout a green piece of paper
[cell door slams]
[Akon:] Konvict, Konvict...
[Styles P (Akon):]
(I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing, try to ride on me
(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me
(I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing, tryin to ride on me
(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing and try to ride on me
[Styles P:]
I can't be humble - e'rybody bougie and industry
But me, I'm in the concrete jungle
Where rap about your cash'll get your mouth bloodied up
Run in your house, real late, you and your wife buddied up
I can't afford to rap about no cars with no 24's
Shorties on my block is real, hard with they 44's
I know some teenagers, that'll strip you like a female
Take your jewels off, when you get your car detailed
Sell it half price, like they got it on retail
Put you on the ocean floor, right by the seashells
They all got the look, like they'd ride on you
Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you
[Chorus: Akon]
I got my eyes on you!
And I'm posted on the corner with that thing on my side
Said I got my eyes on you!
It's a message to them stick-up kids, don't even try
Used to be a bad lil' shady nigga just like you
And I pop that ass one by one, plus two
Got my eyes on you!
Along with my whole squad ready to ride, yeah
[Styles P:]
Where I come from, you don't get caught slippin
You don't get caught trippin
Cause if you fall down then it's "Off with him"
Another one off in the wood box
Man'll get revenge cause that's how the hood rock
Mighta been different if, he had a good pops
The war go, on every day but it should stop (should stop)
And them killers gettin younger and younger
I guess it's the hunger, so they cockin back and takin you under
And shorty got his eyes on me, I got my eyes on him
I know the look so I'm a ride on him
I'm a catch his ass slippin then slide on in
It's a pool full of sharks, boy dive on in
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
You know I keep the thing on the corner
Them shorties on the block is real wild, you make a move you a goner
Moms gon' be a mourner, family gon' be pissed
You should know how it is, you raised on the G strip
Grams to the bricks, O's to the pound
And the strap and the clip is for, holdin it down
Get a hole in your shirt, or your hat knocked off
Cause them shorties got gats and they thirsty to pop off
The nights is short, the days is long
I blame the crack-head parents that raised them wrong
My dutchie is long, my haze is strong
I keep my eyes on you, it's the Ghost and 'Kon
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Styles P (Akon):]
(I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing, try to ride on me
(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me
You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing, tryin to ride on me
(Got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing and try to ride on me
[Akon:]
I get high, (I get high)
I get high, (I get high)
I get high, (I get high)
I get high, (I get high)
I get high on your memory
High on your memory
High on your memory
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S-P, the only flowa that you know with a bounce and a half.
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cats
So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave
I get high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbles me now
And I'd rather roll something up
cause if I'm sober dawg, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up
I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone, motha fucka case I'm dyin tonight
So I roll em up, back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with south P, I come strapped with the hood.
Chorus
Ay yo, I smoke like a chiminey
Matter fact I - smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies
Spit with the finishing touch, get this that
Ima 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 exchange
I get a rush off the blood on the walls
You understand, like the S-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
I get high cause fuck it, what's better to do
And Ima never give a fuck, cause I'm better you
Chorus
Ima smoke till my lungs collapse
I'm from the era where, niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where the dollar bill is powerful
I smoke weed cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do
I get high for a livin, gots to ride for a livin
With my bill Gates the niggas that'll die for a livin
Shit I get as high as I could
Cause if you see things, like I see things, Ima die in the hood
Motha fucka understand its full service for you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
And you can name any rapper, if you want it die
[Styles P]
Ghost in the Machine!
This part is the movie part, y'knahmsayin?
Directed by me, produced by Vinny Idol
Feel this motherfuckin movie
Parts 3 and 4 comin soon
You don't like me fuck you it's more than enough shots for ya
Your man ridin wit'chu bet he gettin shot for ya
I got some hand grenades nigga but they not for ya
They for some other shit
My man got robbed out of town and I told him I could cover it
He younger than me and wilder than me
He wanna kidnap a mother I said nigga you on some other shit
Slow down young'n, we gon' get your revenge
When the shit get real we got to go down gunnin
Said he got a set of grenades he got from Jamaican niggaz
Said he goin through there and e'rything and shake a nigga
Nigga you buggin out
We gon' get that money and the work back, then we gon' slug it out
Slow down soldier, keep your composure
Stay quiet and close, then strike like a cobra
You can't attack now, they expectin you you pushy nigga
Give it 2 weeks, and they gon' think you pussy nigga
I guarantee you that they Eagles is big
So we gon' show them niggaz how, evil we is
And we don't give a fuck how diesel they is
Cause they all break down when the Eagle get lit
He young, get me thirsty but he listenin
Plus he know my M.O. so I ain't bullshittin him
Besides we was half on the work
I get it he knock it off you do the math it could work
But bein with the wrong driver on the wrong ride
is guaranteed to get a fuckin passenger hurt shit
You don't get it but you will in a minute
Told shorty to come home and just chill for a minute
It's been a long time we ain't build in a minute
He been deep down South keepin it trill for a minute
Now he back home, gettin his mack on
645i sittin on black chrome
I'm thinkin to myself, damn shorty mature
Got a hundred worth of ice, purple label velour
We got a dutch and we blowin it in front of the store
He asked how I was doin, who was in the studio
Which hood niggaz was frontin, tryin to make a movie though
Block still buggin out, told a nigga truly yo
Fuck rap, I need to get a movie like Coolio
Then he blurted out they got us for six figures
Kicked down the door and he counted out 6 niggaz
A bitch told him who did it, I told him the shit figures
'Cause the feeling is gone
And I must get ti back
Trust me not a... they never say getting money slow... up
We already in hell nothing to scare us
We already fly high nothing could air us
Came from the underground smass they ground
They stound it by all the bullshit that I found it
A wise make it lose you soon as it getting jewels
Life getting really you... and... Dutch fuck and take a...
Roll on one shit think about my rap shit
... cracking have you running like a trap...
Watch the back whenever you... the back...
I started soon young why you think I'm soon.
Can't feel shit and only like real shit
Hook:
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you will never block in the...
I aint' never planning to stop
I'm planning to rock
You know you know you know my name
You heard my raps
You knw my name they none changed
Let's... I aint' been through it all
From here it on I speed it ran for
The moon stay quite but the sun spokes still can 't blow it
With the paint with the blunt smoke
Tryin to get my daughter and my son...
When you're breathing in the gun smoke
Do it all for the power and the cash
Funny but I barely with a smile and a laugh
They say the paint... and I wonder
When you're sayin the same one I wonder
Now I feel like the devil got chains on me
I'm inside but I still feel the rain on me
Like I'm coming through the window on the...
Life for the... have you spinnin like a...
Contracts with god they sign in the...
See you with the crossroads if everything is been real
I could feel with the... and the shit... so feel what you can't
Hook:
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you will never block in the...
I aint' never planning to stop
I'm planning to rock
You know you know you know my name
You heard my raps
You knw my name they none changed
Let's... I aint' been through it all
From here it on I speed it ran for
I told you it is what it is
Can't choose have a doubt but I can choose how to live
Thought about it just sing where I live
Just another ghetto nigga with a million dollar crib
No hope than I drop the... and gotta... and got...
Just so I can get a little drop, get it
Before I used to move...
When the... to stop
So I saw more drugs start thinking more...
That's why I thank God for the rap shit
...'cause we used to live in backwards.
[4 seconds instrumental]
[Intro: Styles P]
Ayo, Reefa!
Thank you, brother!
And that beat, I mean...
IT'S ROCKIN'!
[Styles P:]
Lota old stars, - lota new brothers
All makin' a movie, but none of thems the Hughes brothers. (hahahah!)
Gotta laugh at my wittyness; (relax!)
'Bout makin' some change, but you can feel my paper miss. (yeeaah!)
Love gritty chicks. - Real hoodie chicks! (uh!)
You know what I need cause I'm an idiot. (you know!)
Brains and the money machine cause I'm gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!)
Did' call me "Miracle" man cause I'm "Whippin'" it! (what?)
Alota reefer and the large Hennessy; (LARGE!)
'Bout a thousand a bottle for the Richard Hennessy. (uhh!)
Just pay for it. - Heaven sent;
And the live ascent block the chron chron scent. - YES!
[Chorus: Pharrell]
BAYBEE, - baybee, - baybee
Don't turn awaaaaay - from love!
BAYBEE, - baybee, - baybee
Don't turn awaaaaay - from love!
[Styles P:]
I'm just sippin' Courvoisier;
Tell the accountants and the money, the concierge! (boom!)
Sauna to the steam room, put it in the air;
Told you that I'm sittin' on it somethin' like a chair. (like a chair!)
Hey ladies! (yeah!) - Dear babies! (ha!)
I'm the last gangster left, it's so crazy! (crazy!)
It's impostors. - It's no shocker! (no shocker!)
If that shit come in a can, it ain't lobster! (uh-uh!)
If that boy come with a guard, he ain't a mobster! (uh-uh!)
But I am. (I am!) - I ride hard! (ride hard!)
And fly too high for the SkyCam; (fly!)
Club to the Benz to the telly short time span.
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Short dude, - big moves!
Window stretch floor to the ceiling - big view! (see?)
Real suite all a treat to a visual (visual!)
All this from bein' a street individual.
I ain't the richest nigga. - Who am I to kid you? (huh?)
But I'll set the standard for G - that they live to. (I'm the G!)
Listen, boo; I ain't tryna kid you! (nah!)
I'll tell you what it do and what it did do, (fo' real!)
And then tell you what you gon' do! (you know?)
Hit this drink and blunt right in front of you.
Better hope I don't front on you; (better hope!)
Real boss, I can do what I wanna do!
Intro:
Light that shit up Poobs, Im fuckin high
Master of Ceremonies nigga, You fuckin know
Verse:
G'd up homie from Day 1, Zip your lips like the top of the bag at the
station,
Hammer locked up and loaded, Flyin in the European, Smokin in the
passenger, Tryin to make my quota,
Liquor and pretty women, and this verse is so deep that the city can swim
in em, Red eyes.. No chlorine, Yeah bullets will smoke, Lets let it all
steam,
I light the vent, like central air, Pop shit to the Ghost, I change your
dental wear,
Gun bud will make you sip soup, Yeah i wild out i came from a sick
group,
Get it poppin like Danny P, Got a bunch of pretty chicks with there pistols
by panty seams,
I was on the ski lodge, but i aint touch the ski's yet, Smokin on the
balcony, the snow had the trees wet,
Getting high, Just watching niggas snow ball, Ghost stamps official like
its made at the post off.
You can get the clip you pissed the Ghost off, phantom here, meaning
that the kid looks random here, Make you stand under it, then shoot the
chandeleire, I kinda Ghost, I can make the fake niggas shine the most, I
can hang you nice if you give me a designer rope, Fuck it get a shirt, I can
use your designer clothes,
Exit:
Yeah Poobs, October 4th, Maseter of Ceremonies, Light that shit up, D-
[Styles P]
Yeah, yeah, Ghost, hah
Feel the kid, y'know?
Ghost in the Machine nigga, time to come clean nigga
Wanna touch the kid bring your infrared beam nigga
Got to stay far cause none of y'all is close to me
Most of you niggaz is butter, you know I keep a toast with me
New York is way gone, I'ma be the one to get it back
Try to stop the kid and get, popped in your fitted hat
More respect than money, but fuck it I can live with that
Ride around in luxury, but be where the Civics at
Smokin haze, sippin 'gnac, gimme love I give it back
Ride or die, two guns up, you can get with that
The rage make me evil with the gift
I'm mixin up the haze with the diesel with the piff, it's lit
And niggaz rap funny so to me they seem humorous
I bet they really bounce when the body count is numerous
(You gon' bounce then) And there's nuttin you can do with this
It come to bein street, we the niggaz that been true to this
You softer than a blouse up in Bloomingdale's
You probably wouldn't know what to do in jail
You a bitch so you'd probably get screwed in jail
But fuck jail, we here now, bitch nigga you a frail
It's been a long time since I shot somethin
And if I put you on your back nigga you not frontin
It's been a long time since I stabbed somethin
And if I take your life away nigga you have nuttin
What? Y'know
Ghost, time is money
Poobs I don't even feel like talkin
[Intro: Pharoahe Monch (Styles P) {police sirens in the background}]
These lil' niggaz is crazy!
What the fff...?
This is our future?
It's 'bout the children, man...
Daamn!
Ayo, P! (I pray to God for the kids, man!)
No doubt, man, f'real! (wherever they are...)
Real talk! (it's real out here!)
Come on!
[Styles P {Sample from 20th Century Steel Band's: "Heaven And Hell Is On Earth"}:]
{Children} in the hood seem to die at a young age,
Wakes and funerals'll make it feel like a Sunday. (damn!)
All they talk about - is money and gunplay (that's all!)
Only light they gettin' is the one from the sun rays. (no lie!)
{Children!} No light bulb bright idea (no idea!)
Shame when (it's a shame!) "kill that nigga" is the right idea!
Like a nigga lose his life, every night out here (every night!)
Kinda hot. - But they talk about ice out here! (it's hot out here!)
{Chiiildren, children} - is all some I'll shit! (I'll shit!)
12 to 19 all ready to kill shit. (soldiers!)
All of 'em is numb, don't none of 'em feel shit; (don't feel... SHIT!)
It's just like a war zone, that's on some real shit. (it's real, homie!)
{Children!} Homie - this is O.G. talk;
Blow O.G. Kush (O.Geeee!) (yeah!) - for O.G. cough. (O.Geeee!) (yeah!) [coughing]
In the low-key V, shakin' police off! (shake 'em off!)
Don't engage witcha enemy, you know he soft. (ya hear me?)
Whattup? - {Children} - is all missin' the roof over 'em; (missin'!)
Lil' niggaz is hard, they don't know how to school 'em. (they hard!)
They know how a sucka or a herb or a fool look, (they seen that!)
Know how a crack pack dope or the tool look! (they seen that!)
{Children!} Yeah! - The shit is real out here! (it's real!)
Swear blood is like oil how it spill out here. (spill it!)
If you ain't from out here then don't chill out here; (don't chill out here!)
{Chiiildren, children!} The 9 mill' - might pop your grill out here. - Yeah! {children!}
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch - singin' {20th Century Steel Band sample}]
Some days I might thank - God I don't have nooooo {children}!
To struggle this hard and it's a hassleeee. {children!}
Gotta teach 'em how to survive and wiiiin, {children!}
The whole future of the world depeeends on {children}!
So I talk wise and speak clearlyyyy, {children}
But still sometimes they don't hear me! {children!}
But when I open my heart I catch feelings, {children!}
Cause the kids need hope, they need healing. {children!} - The childrennnn...
[Styles P {20th Century Steel Bannd Sample}:]
The birds play video games, (games!)
Imitate wack rappers and the video dames. (brain washed!)
PlayStation, X-Box, laptop, desktop; (damn!)
I be askin' myself: when will the mess stop? (when will it stop?)
{Children!} Snotty lil' niggaz is too rude (too rude!)
All I know is cooler than YouTube - is makin' it easy (gypsies!)
With nothin' realistic you can see on the TV (NOTHIN'!)
But they call this reality show. (yeah?!)
{Children,} it's time to - make 'em grasses grow! (make 'em grasses grow!)
They'll - make 'em lazy. - It's so crazy! (so crazy!)
Me, I stay hazy. - Always keep a Dutch steamed; (steamed!)
Cause they even't makin' no buttons; it's just a touch screen! (damn!)
{Children} - and they don't talk, they text; (uh!)
L-O-L, (L-O-L!) W-T-F! (W-T-F!) (you know...)
And I be like: "Damn, what the fuck is next? " (what the fuck is next!)
Cause Mr. Illuminati seem to cut them checks. - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Outro: 20th Century Steel Band sample]
"Children! Children!
Children! Children!
Childre... child...
Chiiiild... children! [beat fades out]
Child... child...
Child... child...
[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Swizzie! (Ghost!)
Yeah, smoke, now
S.P. c'mon, S.P. c'mon
Ghost - it's showtime, it's showtime!
Ghost - lighters in the air!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind (lighters in the air!)
I wanna, blow my mind (hey, hey - lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow, your mind (blow your mind!)
You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
[Styles P:]
Mind blown and I'm tore down
Still blow an ounce and a half, even more now
Yeah, put your lighters in the air, light it up in here
Yeah, put it in the air, see if I'm a puff in here
You should find that I came to blow my mind out
Pass it and you drop it I'm a put you on time-out
Like Joe Frazier I'm smokin, mere bang out in the open
In the tub, but it feel like the ocean
I swear to God it be floatin
And I don't need a car to be coastin, you could say that I'm boastin
But this is S.P., and I know my time
When I hear showtime, I'm a blow my mind!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
The black hippie, the sack with me, the lighter too
I have dreams of Amsterdam every night or two (Amsterdam)
I feel good, the sky couldn't be a brighter blue
Sun lookin like a tangerine
You got green and it's mean, brother hit me like a tambourine
I need a minute to myself, second to myself
Pass the dutchie on the left, whoever's suckin on the L
I'm a need candy cause I know my breath is gon' smell
I don't get sleep but some good restin off a L
Mind blown, time fly, time gone
Missed my exit on the highway I ride on
Roll another one, get in my good time zone
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I'm gone, the 'gnac and the wine gone
Eyes look stoned {? } but what, I'm grown
Over 21, come over to my zone
In less than two hours see a 50 box blown
Lovin the smeel, feelin the texture
And we got a whole lot but we still gettin extra
Guess what's on the menu for breakfast
Roll with the Ghost if you wanna get messed up
[Chorus]
[Outro: Styles P]
I mean just get blown away
Y'know... do what you do
Bungie jump or somethin, speed in the car
Do whatever blows your mind away
I know what blows mine away
[Swizz Beatz:]
[Intro]
S.P. this where it started at, on the microphone?
Rip a nigga, make him scream
(Yeah Poobs, let's get him nigga)
[Styles P]
Beats to the rhyme, street full of crime
Rap or the gat I got heat for your mind
Beats what a nigga got asleep on your spine
On the creep and the grind, rap the work or double up
Hit you with a scar on your cheek, watch it bubble up
Man pull the Hummer up, shoot any runner-up
Real cool niggaz but we might fuck the summer up
Niggaz wonder what I'm involved in
See me all alone when I'm runnin in Harlem
Bronx and Queens, fuck that I live life like I'm starvin
You don't like me, fuck you nigga!
I don't trust you, I cut you or bust you nigga
I shoot up where you hustle nigga, fuck the program up
Rob all your workers, cut yo' grams up
You dealin with big niggaz or pig niggaz
P don't give a fuck when it's time to jig niggaz
(I don't give a fuck) You dig? Niggaz big
Run up in the crib and wig niggaz and I don't mean fake hair
You can bet that I'm goin, they said that there's cake there
Might as well get them candles out; we ain't makin a wish
We sayin a prayer cause I blammed you out - what?
Guess who back? It's P with the P-91
38 Specials, the extra gat
In the souped up Mirada nigga, extra black - what?
You know
You know who I am
I'm that nigga! (Ghost)
[Intro: Styles P]
There we go, that's why, there we go
Close that door
Always need ya niggas, I needed my nigga
Yeah...
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I told you that I'm lyrically fine tuned
Pay atttention, to the ghetto prince in case that I die soon
I'm waitin' for a war to come, yeah I'm I'll natured
But still see the lord in my son
They say the shits mysterious
I be bustin your lung,
Give me a gun the kid get serious
All I want is some peace and quite, all I need is a little silence, I can't get it though, still smokin weed n wildin, niggas show loyalty, bitches know I'm a gangsta, shit is for real they all wanna spoil me
If I ain't rollin up, then I'm loadin up,
Point out a block, s.p will sow it up
Don't ask where my niggas at,
Know where my niggas at,
I live long enough I'm blow with my niggas, black, can't stand to see my people grope,
We hold guns and move lethal coke,
I'm an animal nigga, I'm a smoke, drink and eat with you. play the streets with you,
Point 'em, I'm a hammer the nigga,
And these niggas talkin nonsense,
I'm on some don shit,
I'll rip you up on some real ex con shit,
I'm in the parking lot on Nepperhan in Yonkers,
To the top nigga,
Til they put me on the motherfuckin dirt,
I ain't never gunna stop nigga
[Chorus: x2]
God please forgive me, cause I know I'm a sin again, til the end of time, then let me begin again,
Life so strange time keep tickin
But life don't change, am I in the right game?
[Verse 2: Styles P]
I'm in a room with a thousand people still feel alone
But I can walk through a graveyard and feel right at home, I know this shit sound weird, just something I spit for ya ear
But heres my position, a lot niggas listen but they just can't hear,
So I'm puff a blunt why you in the front, I'm in the rear
Can I drop a little science
If david killed golith then whose the real giant, y'all niggas dying, if ya'll niggas lyrists, you can under stand that P is in the grind and my mind is a piramige,
Don't ask for acceptable, verbally I murder you, my 24 bars is like a blast from a weapon,
Funny that I'm laid back, wild on the other hand, kidnap and body you style on your other man, don't care about you rough past,
Or if you bust ass,
All I know is I'm gunna send shots though your mustache,
Holiday here, mark down the calender,
Brain of a champion, heart of a challenger,
Come through the block with the big 40 caliber, liquor and some weed, and a sword like eXcalibre everybody get it,
Go through the block tell niggas that I'm flippin, like everybody with it,
Screw y'all niggas 2 in the head one in the chest, fuck y'all I never knew y'all niggas, what
[Chorus: x2]
God please forgive me, cause I know I'm a sin again, til the end of time, then let me begin again,
Life so strange time keep tickin
[Styles P:]
Pain... pain... pain...
Pain... pain... pain...
All I know is pain, all I seen is death
Couple homies and brother gone, when I'm gon' step
I ain't suicidal, damn my brain need rest
Think about my childhood, pain in my chest
Past is the past, future ain't great
All right in the hood when any day could be my last
Pop somethin back, they wanna sue me for my math
Hawk some back, they wanna sue me for my math
Hard bein a gangsta rapper, you don't know the half
You ain't got to condone it but you was never homeless
And you ain't never fast, so you don't know the wrath
To takin a long walk, down the wrong path
All I know is pain - everything I did wrong
I did it in vain, that's why I'm tryin to change
Live for my seeds but the game ain't change
Only the strong survive, I will maintain
[Chorus: Styles P (Alchemist)]
All I know is – pain; all I give is - pain
All I give is – pain; all I live is - pain
Only thing I know is mad years in the game
(It's no love, ice cold blood runnin all through my veins)
All I know is – pain; all I give is - pain
All I give is – pain; all I live is - pain
Only thing I know is mad years in the game
(It's more than rhymes, more shine than the diamonds on your chain)
[Styles P:]
What you know about pain?
Blood, sweat and tears where I'm standin in the rain
If I don't blow Mary Jane I'm goin insane
Before I had a car I was in the fast lane
Drug dealer stick up kids for the neck game, a lot that I regret
But I made it as a rapper, and it's not what I expect
For a fact, this business is more crooked
The boys'll sell they souls to the devil, the Lord lookin
See in you hell just in case that we all cookin
I got sins too, lot of foul shit that I been through
The world is God house, I'm just a window - pane
Tryin to maintain up to the end yo
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
All I know is pain, I feel so drained
Rap niggaz is insane, they on Procaine
What they call hot, I would call so lame
They don't care about the art, and they show no shame
If you ain't gettin spins, then you ain't gon' win
But if you came from the bottom you should stay goin in
The Ghost don't make it then the Phantom gon' win
I'm a make the kids richer, make grandma grin
Ghost
Hoodie Season
Somebody gotta hold it down, you know
[Verse 1]
It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches)
It's a couple rappers that's kissing (bitches)
It's a lot rappers thats tripping,
talking about they have bricks and never been in a kitchen (never)
Me killing all of ya, ill premonition, (ew)
If I promise paradise in the next life (ah)
I turn this rap thing into a holy war,
holiday, cut your arm off and take the Rollie off
Let me slow down on the violence (slow down)
fly high but the dutch masters the pilot
The purse violet, all of the whopties bust ground (all)
and I hold it down the minute the homie touch down (salute)
Stepping up the scifer when the loose gets bust down
I don't like stogs spoke, (a ah)
play the vote for the honeys and got money selling dope to the old folks (yes)
Turning robbery, so why would you bother me
[Chorus]
Number one homie on the hood's list
Number one homie on the street's list
Number one homie on yard's list
Number one on the list when it's time to make harsh
Number one homie on the hood's list
Number one homie on the street's list
Number one homie on yard's list
Number one on the list when it's time to make harsh
[Verse 2]
I don't think skinny g's, (nah)saw punch lines fake as Jews
and these rappers running with one time
I'm so hard, killers want me to get their gun signed (hard)
I'm so real, your girl was hoping that your son's mine
I know I don't like a bunch of down south rappers (hell no)
Cause I don't need to like a bunch of east coast rappers (no)
SP the ghost and I eat most rappers (yea)
to tell the truth I eat all rappers (all)
fall back and you can fall forwards and backwards (hahaha)
Think about your life is and cherish it (think about it)
I ain't even weighing the work, I just measure it
I damage the city, yeah, Heath Ledger it,(damage)
nothing like the joker something like the ace
so you can tell the king to go and poke it in the face (go tell him)
with the six inch blade,(ya)
I'm the barber of rap, who wanna come and get an instant fade (hmm)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I splat the face down like dominoes, (ha)
deliver these bullets to you like dominoes (niggas)
Sweet like sugar, dominoes, (sweet)
SP the ghost you should vamonos (strat)
School of hard knocks, graduated on a honor roll
make your fast money hard to tell where the comma go (fast life)
Get it quick, I could scare the shit like komodo (ha)
You ain't gonna pop so what the hell you hold your lamma for?
Act like you know, ghost, fuck all ya'll, one.
So you already know how we brained it, how we givin' it
We did I skizz, this a shorter percentage of the world
that is skizz
When they see us answering the world that is skate hop
But that's what we call it, hip hop niggas that's rockin'
the skate board gear
So this is the skate hop
This is the diamond life but it's under the skate hop
umbrella
That niggas gonna figure it all out in a minute
The music, the fashion
All this shit is gonna start balancin' out
Know what I mean?
Cause nothing but authenticity
All the way around the border
Diamond life
I don't really care, what I sell or what I sold
As long as I give my soul, whenever my story told
I don't know how you roll but I roll all alone
In a zone knowin' **** well, my little brother home
Still feel him in the passenger seat
I can't see him and I wish that he could chatter with me
In due time until then you would see I got more than a few rhymes
Thought I'd be there to see him like more than a few times
Tryin' to stay away from beef but **** is gettin' deep
My restin' right, it's like I'm on lay away from sleep
I think I should have been an author or somethin'
Disappear like hoofer or somethin'
Come back when they offer me somethin'
My word eye gotta a little crust in my third eye
Headaches is why I've been meditating, thoughts is devastating
Could this be my last life, maybe my past life
Is the future when I'm asleep? So what was last night?
I'm going in deep and you know the ghost
Alone in the street
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning
You know I'm trying to see more
Alone in the street
All day, all night, all by myself
You know that I'm alright
Alone in the street
7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m.
You know I trying to get it in
Alone in the street
All day, all night
Mad live could learn to bounce out on a bad vibe
Or even keep a gun in your cab ride
Have I ever thought about my life as a bad guy?
Made a little money sellin' rocks that was cap sized
Robbed a lot of people like I never was baptized
Yeah, I was a very young teen when I took my **** hotter
But got right off my dean when I could book the ramatta
'Cause I rather be a robber or a midnight morata
There's a part of me that loves bein' gangsta
All of me, I couldn't help but get in the game
The **** was callin' me and I think that I was callin' it back
But you can't help but trip when you fall in a trap
If the lord call who got the phone for callin' him back?
These are man made, why dont'cha tell man to do that?
But he can't so I'm a stay on a spiritual flap
'Cause it's a up hill battle and I'm dealin' with that
Alone in the street
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning
You know I'm trying to see more
Alone in the street
All day, all night, all by myself
You know that I'm alright
Alone in the street
7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m.
You know I trying to get it in
Alone in the street
All day, all night
Consider this the sermon, start the burnin'
Never said you was hard, I ain't give you the permit
I might think your vermette, better yet vomit
Alone in the streets with the gun by the armpit
Can't put the sharks with the pine fish, that's conflict
Sorta like mixin', boy scouts with the convicts
Somebody go and pay if somebody gonna play
'Cause the streets cold hearted than a hot summer day
If you gonna rap, please stop, run away
Go home, flush your crack then give your gun away
'Cause the rules is written down in invisible ink
Just consider what the critical think
Don't rat, do ya bid in the clink
Stand tall little boy
Get ya self a shank, if you feelin' paranoid
But real talk, ****, jail talk, I know home sweet
Even locked down in a cage is where you don't be
Alone in the street
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning
You know I'm trying to see more
Alone in the street
All day, all night, all by myself
You know that I'm alright
Alone in the street
7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m.
You know I trying to get it in
Alone in the street
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,
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,
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
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 ain't that then it ain't right
If you be knowin' that, you'll be aight
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
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
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
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
My whole life been a sacrifice
So if my nigga need my help he ain't 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 ain't a happy camper
If P flowin' then that's the cancer
Holiday the hottest shit point blank, dog, that's the answer
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
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
[Verse 1: Styles P] (*Floetry)
(I'm Black!)Whether I'm poor or rich or rich or poor its all the same shit
(I'm Black!) Even though my skins kind of light
That mean my ancestors was raped by somebody white
(I'm Black!) So I like to sing, dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
(I'm Black!) So I like the oldies on Sundays
Drink all night and still go to work Monday
(I'm Black!) So I like my kids lookin real nice
Cause I been poor and I know what it feels like
(I'm Black!) And I'm a say it loud like James Brown
People be proud cause we all up in the game now
(I'm Black!) And I'm a hold my right fist real high
Might see my man and we might get real high
(I'm Black!) And I know it and I aint afraid to show it
(I'm Black!) And I'm a genius and a motherfuckin poet, you know it
(*Oh oh oooh oooh yeah!)
[Chorus: Floetry] (*Letters in CAPS mean Styles P & Floetry sing together)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to say that I'm me)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to be so free)
(I'M BLACK!) So proud to say that I made it
(I'M BLACK!) Through all of the struggle and the hatred
(I'M BLACK!) And I'm not afraid to say it
(I'M BLACK!) I'm black, over and over, say it again, yeah
[Verse 2: Styles P] (*Floetry)
(I'm Black!) So I got a heart full of bravery
Do it for my peoples that went through slavery
(I'm Black!) So you know Im young good in sports
Ninety percent chance I get hung in the court
(I'm Black!) Don't you be scared of me Mister
Cause you dont really seemed to be scared of my sister
(I'm Black!) And I could ride first class too
Or buy an exotic car and might mirk pass you
(I'm Black!) And I dont need a tan in the winter
Mind strong and powerful non-cipher cant enter
(I'm Black!) And I dont need jewelry to shine
Look at my skin color its like the jewelry is blind
(I'm Black!) They focus on the negative attention
Do something positive it never get mentioned
(I'm Black!) Listen its a fact
Original man that wouldnt change it if I could and thats that
(*Oh oh oooh oooh yeah!)
[Chorus: Floetry] (*Letters in CAPS mean Styles P & Floetry sing together)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to say that I'm me)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to be so free)
(I'M BLACK!) So proud to say that I made it
(I'M BLACK!) Through all of the struggle and the hatred
(I'M BLACK!) And I'm not afraid to say it
(I'M BLACK!) I'm black, I'm black, oh, yeah yeah!
[Verse 3: Styles P] (*Floetry)
(I'm Black!) Even with a caramel complexion
Look in the mirror see Malcolm and Martin in reflection
(I'm Black!) Just like the Panthers lookin for an answer
This prejudice shit is like cancer
(I'm Black!) Look at my eyes the wool cant get pulled over
Look at my cars they stay gettin pulled over
(I'm Black!) Meanin Public Enemy's number one
Government lookin in the hood sendin in the guns
(I'm Black!) I grew up off The Good Times show
Drink liquor and some weed let the good times roll
(I'm Black!) I live for my wife and my seeds
And my mind with a find only God could exceed
(I'm Black!) I got to show my homeboys love
First thing we learned in the hood was homeboy love
(I'm Black!) And I'm that if I aint nothin else
(I'm Black!) I'm beautiful I love myself
(*Love myself, oooh oooh oooh yeah!)
[Chorus: Floetry] (*Letters in CAPS mean Styles P & Floetry sing together)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to say that I'm me)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to be so free)
(I'M BLACK!) So proud to say that I made it
(I'M BLACK!) Through all of the struggle and the hatred
(I'M BLACK!) And I'm not afraid to say it
Holiday, get some of this motherfuckin' paper around here please?
Shit, I'm fucked up, I ain't the lyin' type
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I told you, I ball for dope
I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin' hauler notes
Spendin' 200 Gs in the fall for coats
You could call me a lotta things but don't call me broke
An' 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
An' 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 an' 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?
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
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 an' 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
An' the niggas need lottery numbers
Charge this some more and the guys freak DeCalis an' Hummers
Blow smoke in the sky 'til the Air Force come
Cop 50, 000 pair of Air Force Ones
An' if I can't live it up, then I'm runnin' up
In the record label, tellin' everybody,? Give it up?, what up?
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
I kill lemonade peeps
It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferarri an' the lemonade seats
Face look really aggy, jeans really baggy
Fitted hat, white T an' some Bruno Maglies
Doublin' an' 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
The sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat
The big screen is crazy an' I'm lovin the conditions
I got a vision an' 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?
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
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
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
[Intro:]
Yea, pop that bottle my nigga
Yo pass that dust my nigga
Fuck that, let's light this shit up
Put your ice on my nigga you look good
Watch out for them stick up kids though
Shit's going down, ya dig?
[Hook:]
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs (puff puff
pass)
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
[Verse 1:]
Yea, ice over a thousand thou
You poppin' bottles and blowin' loud
You throwin' it up, you summer style
LV everything, brand new age up
Low a homie sure it came with the safe belt
Cause the jap boys, 'bout to make this ice melt
Pretty pictures all over you
When you leave the club, shit is all over for you
They be stashed between the Benz and the Rover for you
They ain't even get that drunk, they stay sober for you
See that bitch he was dancing' with?
Gassed you up on some you was looking handsome shit
And now they got you on some real and some shit
You gon die if you don't motherfuckin' answer shit
A pretty bitch with the jack boy girlfriend
I see money and bitches that make your world end
[Hook:]
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs (puff puff
pass)
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
[Verse 2:]
You need to ring the bells, you get mad though
Got the cars and the bitches, niggas the clap though
You connected over the map though
Niggas in the hood know that you be getting crack
though
You want that label, you boss nigga
You can put 'em on or get 'em off nigga
You can sell 'em hard or sell 'em soft nigga
The first minute you slip, you off nigga
The corpse nigga
Would about six feet deep or popping bottles in the
hood spot
Coming through with a good chain, good watch
She'da wore a goodie and a Glock in the G shop
Cause the B's pop and the C's pop
I'm all good, it's the OG from D block
Watch when you party and you shine on 'em
Stick up kids with bodies and they got 9's on 'em
[Hook:]
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs (puff puff
pass)
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
(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
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 f**kin wit Styles
and I'll probably die young, shot in the war
but I aint never give a f**k, 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
'cause you f**kin wit the grimiest, sheistiest
can't wait to die dog, life's a bitch
(HOOK 2X)
(Verse 3)
I'ma die screamin, f**k you, meet me in hell
'cause 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 f**k 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
I know y'all motherfuckers think
That I took long to get back at you
Not the kid
I could do this shit forever nigga
This is for the junkie on the track with a monkey on his back
I feel bad 'cause I got him like that
This is for the G's, this is for the hustlers
Get a whip off the lot and still upgrade the muffler
Tryin' to hit the block, nobody else there yet
Get it poppin' with your baby mom welfare check
And I'll ring your bell, go fuck how you felt yo'
Blowin' on weed if it's sticky like Velcro
Bounce in, bounce out, always got an ounce out
Dig in your right pocket, 20 G count out
Used to ask yourself, what you wanna do this for?
Good Jewish lawyer turn a ten to a two to four
You in the game 'cause the game is in you
Who to blame, said I never came, I know the pain is in you
I feel you, been there, I was in there
But I ain't goin' back like, I ain't been there
Can't make a million behind bars
Chill in a fly car, sit in the five star
If you think I'm preachy just check out the dialogue
I'm knockin' the iPod, first class as I go through the sky loft
What?
I don't really need a hook, I got lyrics
Feel me Kid, you know?
Talk in bricks and speak in the buildings
Construction, grown now, gotta think of the children
No gangsters, real ones, you know that kill the civilians
The roughest, the addicts, Japanese and Sicilians
The rule to the sign'll say, "P, did you calm down?"
Cooled out but never ever put my arms down
Tell the boys ring the alarm now
Cops is comin', I ain't got a gun, I come with a bomb now
So hard I walk the city in the streets, see Biggie in my sleep
Then put 50 and the 20 in my leaf
I might wear somethin' with logos or dress like a hobo
Smack any rapper that showboat
Wanna battle me that's a no, no, uh, uh
Shiesty, sorta like the block you was juxed on
Please don't provoke me to shoot at
I know you vagina and your right hand man is a douche bag
P is on the low where the loot at
Nine in the linin' of the goose coat, deuce in the book bag
E'rybody think that I look mad
But I don't really care 'cause they don't think that'll look bad
Feel me
I mean I do what I do, easily
I mean I'm a lyricist
If somebody's nicer let me know
I'll be here for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin?
Y'all know my name, should I say it? Ha ha
Chach, let's get the fuck outta here
I like it like this
I'm just warmin' up
Who could fuck with me?
I mean I ask myself this a lot
I'm cocky, I'm real cocky
[Intro: Ray J]
{YEAHHH-YOWWW!} Let's go!
Yeah, yeah, ohhhhh-whoa
I break it down like, ohhhhh-whoa
{YEAHHH-YOWWW!} Yeah, yeah, yeah
I break it down like, ohhhhh-whoa
Ohhhhh-whoa, let's go!
[Styles P]
Just wanna have fun, just wanna laugh hard
Passed out in the front yard or the back yard
Have me a ball right, stayed up all night
Thinkin to myself that the party was all right
Woke up with a hangover, who called the gang over?
Porsche, Corvette, Tahoe and the Range Rover
Pulled up in my driveway
I'm stuck so I look at 'em sideways
I need about an hour or less
To eat somethin then, run and take a shower and get fresh
Yeah, and then, all day long we on the hunt for the money
And, all night long we on the hunt for the money
Late night, probably in the club with a honey
She said make it rain, but she can't get nothin from me
Let the roof burn, I bet tomorrow night it'd be sunny
Can you dig it? Said a joke but she ain't think it was funny, y'know?
[Chorus: Ray J]
In the club girl (yeah) V.I.P. and (yeah)
Poppin bottles (yeah) Hennessy and (yeah)
LET'S GO! Ohhhhh-whoa
I break it down like, ohhhhh-whoa
On a island (yeah) jet-skiin (yeah)
Me and you girl (yeah) for the weekend (yeah)
LET'S GO! Ohhhhh-whoa
I break it down like, ohhhhh-whoa
Big pimpin, big pimpin, yeahhhh
[Styles P]
I just wanna get me a cup, go and sticky it up
For the young boys, blicky{?} it up
Where the after party? Know I got the piff in the truck
I'm a man stuck, and I'm the one that's gettin them up
But I'm tired, can't shake that last cup
Said the cops is comin, that'll wake that ass up
Back to the block just to make that fast buck
Then I'm in the studio spittin them bars
I ain't talkin 'bout coffee but I'm gettin them (Star-bucks)
Used to be, in and out of jail, you could blame it on hard luck
But now I'm doin good, it's the gangster that God trust
[Chorus]
[Styles P]
Picture me up in the big crib
(Party and Bullshit) just like Big did
Sure then, hard y'know, just like a skid bid
Why you think they scared of me up in the business?
And when I go out, it's to party and dance
Don't you think about the heat, it's just part of the pants
Cause I come from the streets where e'rybody is amped
So my man talk to 'em, give 'em a chance
[Ray J]
See, I need two more Hennessy shots, bartender
Two more shots of Patrуn to get up in her
Ohhhhh-whoa (ha ha, we takin shots)
Ohhhhh-whoa, to get up in her like
One for the money, two for the dough
Three for the DJ, fo' for the TKO-ohhhhhh
Ohhhhh-whoa, ohhhhh-whoa
[Hook: x2]
Keep me high baby, keep me high baby
Keep me high baby, just a little bit
Keep me high baby, keep me high baby
Keep me high baby, just a little bit
[Verse 1:]
Smooth, yea you remembered
By the time I finished this blunt I'm gone til November
Kardashian money, running like Bruce Jenna
Chewin' like all of you, blunts on the table
Selling models that roll up
Jars full of kush and everybody was swollen
Cash from Morocco
Penthouse 5, I've got cash on the top floor
Jordan slippers and no lingerie
Chicks in bikinis, you never could go wrong
I'm just tryna show you my cool side
Some blowin' and zip pool side
Keep me high, matter fact keep me too out
[Hook:]
Keep me high baby, keep me high baby
Keep me high baby, just a little bit
Keep me high baby, keep me high baby
Keep me high baby, just a little bit
[Verse 2:]
Keep me high, dutch lit, bamboo
If not I' straight faced like Ted Smooth
Vacation, no national lampoon
Not Chevy Chase, I'm fedy chased
Blow a couple O's a day, I'm heavy weight
It's violent, listen love
Fuck me like a stewardess, I'm high like a pilot
Red eyes, gremlins, bar tabs, Andre, 3000 Benhamins
A hundred and 10 dutchies
Eyes look cheeky up under the Louie bucket
And I know I'm stuck but I'm still saying fuck it
[Hook:]
Keep me high baby, keep me high baby
Keep me high baby, just a little bit
Keep me high baby, keep me high baby
[gunshot] {Forget about it Mario!}
[Styles P:]
Better let these lil' niggaz know
_Time is Money_, I'm back
You want beef anybody just call my name
In the streets S.P. in the hall of fame
Been the hardest nigga out mad years in a row
Tell your bitch you ain't a pimp, you really a hoe
It's funny how you bluffin them suckers
Only time S.P. is with the cops is in cuffs muh'fuckers
And you should listen up the first moment I spoke
Act up and get shot through your clothing or coat
And now that we back to the hoodies
Extra clips in the footies, have niggaz lookin "Damn how could he?"
Leave them niggaz lookin like that
And they ain't no gangsters, they ain't in Queens or Brooklyn like that
Heard niggaz made it big time, no lookin back
Me I'm in the streets of Y.O.
You would think I'm fucked up too how I creep and ride slow
Then I hit Harlem and the Heights
Got a play dyke before the night (whattup dogs)
White M-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight)
I ain't scared of shit bitch this is my life - get it?
If a nigga steal my chain I feel his pain
But I'ma peel the whole block 'til they squeal his name
S.P. don't play that shit
Ask your boss to try me, you won't okay that shit
Niggaz say it's your girl I lay that bitch
Headcracks since we been layin on ADAT bitch
Lil' nigga I been O.G.
I go broke in New York I got cash in a crib OT
And I'ma bring the pain like a toothache
Last thing I saw was his boot shake, I'm makin the roof break
I get up in your mouth like toothpaste
I'm dark like Batman, this big gun is makin you Two Face
(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
[gunshot] {Forget about it Mario!}
[Styles P:]
Better let these lil' niggaz know
_Time is Money_, I'm back
You want beef anybody just call my name
In the streets S.P. in the hall of fame
Been the hardest nigga out mad years in a row
Tell your bitch you ain't a pimp, you really a hoe
It's funny how you bluffin them suckers
Only time S.P. is with the cops is in cuffs muh'fuckers
And you should listen up the first moment I spoke
Act up and get shot through your clothing or coat
And now that we back to the hoodies
Extra clips in the footies, have niggaz lookin "Damn how could he?"
Leave them niggaz lookin like that
And they ain't no gangsters, they ain't in Queens or Brooklyn like that
Heard niggaz made it big time, no lookin back
Me I'm in the streets of Y.O.
You would think I'm fucked up too how I creep and ride slow
Then I hit Harlem and the Heights
Got a play dyke before the night (whattup dogs)
White M-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight)
I ain't scared of shit bitch this is my life - get it?
If a nigga steal my chain I feel his pain
But I'ma peel the whole block 'til they squeal his name
S.P. don't play that shit
Ask your boss to try me, you won't okay that shit
Niggaz say it's your girl I lay that bitch
Headcracks since we been layin on ADAT bitch
Lil' nigga I been O.G.
I go broke in New York I got cash in a crib OT
And I'ma bring the pain like a toothache
Last thing I saw was his boot shake, I'm makin the roof break
I get up in your mouth like toothpaste
I'm dark like Batman, this big gun is makin you Two Face
My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah, Howie McDuffy
Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records
Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand
Let 'em try, let 'em try now
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' 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 strife
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns
Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone
I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
So I can switch my residence, get a truck an' 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
An' 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 an' I need a cover, nigga
An' I ain't got friends, I got enemies
So if they with me, then that means they my brother, niggaz
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' 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 strife
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life 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 Mommy I don't go to the church
Tell Oc' I don't go to mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns
An' I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
I play the part an' my heart seem colder than March
But on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June
I have talks with the Lord an' he'll be callin' me soon, what?
An' my life is all I have
My family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs, what?
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' 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 strife
It's my time now, my world, my life
[gunshot] {Forget about it Mario!}
[Styles P:]
Better let these lil' niggaz know
_Time is Money_, I'm back
You want beef anybody just call my name
In the streets S.P. in the hall of fame
Been the hardest nigga out mad years in a row
Tell your bitch you ain't a pimp, you really a hoe
It's funny how you bluffin them suckers
Only time S.P. is with the cops is in cuffs muh'fuckers
And you should listen up the first moment I spoke
Act up and get shot through your clothing or coat
And now that we back to the hoodies
Extra clips in the footies, have niggaz lookin "Damn how could he?"
Leave them niggaz lookin like that
And they ain't no gangsters, they ain't in Queens or Brooklyn like that
Heard niggaz made it big time, no lookin back
Me I'm in the streets of Y.O.
You would think I'm fucked up too how I creep and ride slow
Then I hit Harlem and the Heights
Got a play dyke before the night (whattup dogs)
White M-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight)
I ain't scared of shit bitch this is my life - get it?
If a nigga steal my chain I feel his pain
But I'ma peel the whole block 'til they squeal his name
S.P. don't play that shit
Ask your boss to try me, you won't okay that shit
Niggaz say it's your girl I lay that bitch
Headcracks since we been layin on ADAT bitch
Lil' nigga I been O.G.
I go broke in New York I got cash in a crib OT
And I'ma bring the pain like a toothache
Last thing I saw was his boot shake, I'm makin the roof break
I get up in your mouth like toothpaste
I'm dark like Batman, this big gun is makin you Two Face
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 ain't dead
Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light ain't red
Matter of 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 ain't 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
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Aiyo, 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
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
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 ain't 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
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Turn it up, turn it up Swizz Beats the monster
Fix ya, face, Ruff Ryders, let's do it
D-Block, EVE, Styles P and Sheek, wasup, wassup
Let's do it
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
(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
Garf 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 garf
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
Got 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
F**k 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 f**k 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 f**k with weight)
Little brother gone but I got a baby angel
You f**kin 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 rep
I'm a Gangsta and a Gentleman, Panero the best
When I pass I'm like gas, motherf**kers
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)
Styles - Verse One)
Talk, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose
A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze
shoot niggas out they shoes,
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
rappins just a hobby, gun bustin a job
cuz 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 boss
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 or 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 by my lonely
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 promote the drama
Stay bustin a hammer, sweatin a smilin
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
(Lil' Mo)
Styles P...
It's ya girl 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
Don't 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, drive on Beverly Hills
Though I love her, so I'm spendin like 70 bills
I bringin what she be on went, 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 'lil 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 goin ta get it, I'm goin ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I'm goin ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I'm goin ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I'm goin ta 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 that 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 garter belt
No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the truth
But dont' get it fucked up, and get fucked 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 condom and the mink, and the ring and the gift wrapped Jag
And you still got the bomb ass, I pay the phone and the rent
But keep it real Boo, you pay the Conair
If I get knocked, she in the BI 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 wrapped
Lookin at the God, like "We all a little"
One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke
Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the door
And it's sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde
I load the ooby up, she gon roll the booby 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
[gunshot] {Forget about it Mario!}
[Styles P:]
Better let these lil' niggaz know
_Time is Money_, I'm back
You want beef anybody just call my name
In the streets S.P. in the hall of fame
Been the hardest nigga out mad years in a row
Tell your bitch you ain't a pimp, you really a hoe
It's funny how you bluffin them suckers
Only time S.P. is with the cops is in cuffs muh'fuckers
And you should listen up the first moment I spoke
Act up and get shot through your clothing or coat
And now that we back to the hoodies
Extra clips in the footies, have niggaz lookin "Damn how could he?"
Leave them niggaz lookin like that
And they ain't no gangsters, they ain't in Queens or Brooklyn like that
Heard niggaz made it big time, no lookin back
Me I'm in the streets of Y.O.
You would think I'm fucked up too how I creep and ride slow
Then I hit Harlem and the Heights
Got a play dyke before the night (whattup dogs)
White M-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight)
I ain't scared of shit bitch this is my life - get it?
If a nigga steal my chain I feel his pain
But I'ma peel the whole block 'til they squeal his name
S.P. don't play that shit
Ask your boss to try me, you won't okay that shit
Niggaz say it's your girl I lay that bitch
Headcracks since we been layin on ADAT bitch
Lil' nigga I been O.G.
I go broke in New York I got cash in a crib OT
And I'ma bring the pain like a toothache
Last thing I saw was his boot shake, I'm makin the roof break
I get up in your mouth like toothpaste
I'm dark like Batman, this big gun is makin you Two Face
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 every time I'm far away
From home I'll be missing my block, D-Block nigga
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
Someone lick a shot for D-Block 'cause that's 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 y'all 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
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
I lick shots for my niggas in jail, 23 hours in the hole
On life parole my jack mack 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, that's 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
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
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
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
Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
[Intro]
Sounds Society, Poobs, Ghost, a lil' homage to New York
I know I missed a couple of y'all I got ya next one
[Verse 1]
I'm gettin high with my fam Ron
Bitch you 'gon suck it or not?! I'm like Cam'ron
(Huh!?)
'Cause I'm ballin like Jones is
Bandana like Santana, where the zone is (AY!!)
Niggas lucky I ain't flip yet (LUCKY!)
I'm on my shit like DipSet (DIPSET! DIPSET!)
And I ain't rich like 50, but I know Many Men that
really wanna hit me (Many Men!)
Top of New York like Yayo (G-G-G) Start it up like
Banks do
Yeah I shoot you or shank you (I'll shoot you!)
And then after that thank you (Thank you bruh!!!)
Terror Squad like Joe Crack (TS!!!)
Hit you with a pack and you better bring that dope
back!!!
(You better bring that dope back!) It's Flipmode like
Busta (FLIPMODE!)
Light the Spliff one minute before I cut ya
[Chorus]
I ride and get high to N-Y-C (Ride!)
The illest competition the flyest colleagues (ILL!!!)
I was born here so why would I leave?! (Why?)
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's (Birth!)
I ride and get high to N-Y-C (Ride!)
The illest competition the flyest colleagues (ILL!!!)
I was born here so why would I leave?! (Why?)
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's (Mecca!)
[Verse 2]
Let's have a Minaj like Nicki, you know I get Red like
Cafe (I Get Red!)
Gotta a Uncle that'll Murda and, all he do is play
B.I.G. and the Last Dayz
And Let It Fly like Maino (Let It Fly!)
Lil' nigga I'll make you drink Draino (DRINK THAT!!!)
I got Gunz like Corey, Godson with Fred but that's
another story (That's another story)
Cocaine City like Frenchy, Polo head, like Vado
Hell like Rell, wavy like Biggavell (Wavy)
Back on the Ave when I used to move them bottles
Anything to keep them lights on (Anything!)
Do a stretch, comin back, just like Mysonne
If I know you I never heard of you (Either or?!)
Cause I'm like Mook I'll Murda you
[Chorus]
I ride and get high to N-Y-C The illest competition the
flyest colleagues
I was born here so why would I leave?!
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's
I ride and get high to N-Y-C The illest competition the
flyest colleagues
I was born here so why would I leave?!
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's
[Verse 3]
I'm ill like Frank White, Nas, Jay-Z, Rae and Ghostface
(I'M ILL)
The Whole Wu-Tang, Black Rob and the old Mase
CNN, M.O.P, Mobb Deep too, or whatever whatever nigga
when I.C.U (WHATEVER NIGGA!)
Fabolous, like Loso, like Ortiz Yo Yaaowa when you see
Po' Po'
Whattup now Y-O to Bucktown, I get it in like my niggas
that's on Bucktown
I got it in when McGruff was runnin Uptown (Uh Huh)
Or Big L, light a big L, lifestyle's mob style know
what the kids sell (Know that!)
The metal might part your chest from the ghetto
with Sheek and Jada and Dark Man X (YONKERS!!!)
Still Conscious like Kweli and Mos Def (CONSCIOUS)
A Kool G., no movie run the city like Diddy and I'm fly
go ask Groovy
[Chorus]
I ride and get high to N-Y-C The illest competition the
flyest colleagues
I was born here so why would I leave?!
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's
I ride and get high to N-Y-C The illest competition the
flyest colleagues
I was born here so why would I leave?!
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's
[Outro]
Friend or foe, competition or colleague, I salute ya
niggas, I love this city
I know it's alot of niggas I missed, I'll get you on
another one though
I just wanna salute where I'm from
Ride to this shit! Light a blunt to yout shit nigga!
I ain't forget all you old school niggas neither man I
salute y'all
I came up on y'all I got ya on another, another one too
you know
So I wanna play it with my nigga
You know, we land in Cali
Then we kiss
He's telling me about the shit already and I was
listening
You know what I mean, that's my brother
It's like yea you gotta check this shit out
Like some shit this is you know
Some shit man
So you know, I'm high, I'm running her mouth and we're
doing all kind of shit
All kind of, all kind of, all kind of work
And then you know
And then my nigga brought me there
I was like wow
The frotic was great
Material was the finest
It was the whole fuckin' atmosphere, I was like oh shit
Some new shit
And I really fuckin like this shit
So I continue to do it
Keep on doin' it
Supply and demand
Diamond life
Ain't nothing like a bunch of entrepreneurs taking over
the world
You'll see
Yeah, it's the heart is out
Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out
In the glad bag or the hefty, shoot with the lefty
Nobody test me, told you I'll cut class
Bruise from your ear to your mustache
Fuck around, nigga you'll be swallowin' crushed glass
Back on my hard shit, back on my yard shit
Back on my scarred shit
Thirty sets a day still hatin' the bar shit
Nice with a hawk like a Navy Seal who is the target?
Make the walls look likes it's red paint, red rug
Need a little love, nigga get you a lead hug
My bullets gon' frap, gun in my backpack
Fuck all the chit chat, my shit got kicked back
Your face I split that, kickin' in the door ask 'em
Where is the bricks at? Nigga
What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
Niggas is gettin' shot down
Niggas is gettin' shot down
Niggas is gettin' shot down
Niggas is gettin' shot down
I don't give a fuck if he's famous
Still knock the one, shotgun to his anus
Then to his kneecap, then to his shoulder
Soldier, should of read my file or folder
I'm colder than Antarctica or Alaska
The blaster, you don't need a rocket, I'll get you to NASA
I told you, ain't nobody nicer, fuck with the shyster
You gettin' sliced up, I ain't finished yet, this only my start up
Catch him outside then I'm shootin' his car up
Tell him sayonara, there's no more tomorrow
No more today now, go 'head lay down
Pop, pop, pop, nigga go 'head stay down
We don't play clown, this ain't the circus
You makin' me nervous, what is your purpose?
One more move, it's your funeral service
What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
Niggas is gettin' shot down
Niggas is gettin' shot down
Niggas is gettin' shot down
[Verse 1: Styles P] (*Floetry)
(I'm Black!)Whether I'm poor or rich or rich or poor its all the same shit
(I'm Black!) Even though my skins kind of light
That mean my ancestors was raped by somebody white
(I'm Black!) So I like to sing, dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
(I'm Black!) So I like the oldies on Sundays
Drink all night and still go to work Monday
(I'm Black!) So I like my kids lookin real nice
Cause I been poor and I know what it feels like
(I'm Black!) And I'm a say it loud like James Brown
People be proud cause we all up in the game now
(I'm Black!) And I'm a hold my right fist real high
Might see my man and we might get real high
(I'm Black!) And I know it and I aint afraid to show it
(I'm Black!) And I'm a genius and a motherfuckin poet, you know it
(*Oh oh oooh oooh yeah!)
[Chorus: Floetry] (*Letters in CAPS mean Styles P & Floetry sing together)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to say that I'm me)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to be so free)
(I'M BLACK!) So proud to say that I made it
(I'M BLACK!) Through all of the struggle and the hatred
(I'M BLACK!) And I'm not afraid to say it
(I'M BLACK!) I'm black, over and over, say it again, yeah
[Verse 2: Styles P] (*Floetry)
(I'm Black!) So I got a heart full of bravery
Do it for my peoples that went through slavery
(I'm Black!) So you know Im young good in sports
Ninety percent chance I get hung in the court
(I'm Black!) Don't you be scared of me Mister
Cause you dont really seemed to be scared of my sister
(I'm Black!) And I could ride first class too
Or buy an exotic car and might mirk pass you
(I'm Black!) And I dont need a tan in the winter
Mind strong and powerful non-cipher cant enter
(I'm Black!) And I dont need jewelry to shine
Look at my skin color its like the jewelry is blind
(I'm Black!) They focus on the negative attention
Do something positive it never get mentioned
(I'm Black!) Listen its a fact
Original man that wouldnt change it if I could and thats that
(*Oh oh oooh oooh yeah!)
[Chorus: Floetry] (*Letters in CAPS mean Styles P & Floetry sing together)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to say that I'm me)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to be so free)
(I'M BLACK!) So proud to say that I made it
(I'M BLACK!) Through all of the struggle and the hatred
(I'M BLACK!) And I'm not afraid to say it
(I'M BLACK!) I'm black, I'm black, oh, yeah yeah!
[Verse 3: Styles P] (*Floetry)
(I'm Black!) Even with a caramel complexion
Look in the mirror see Malcolm and Martin in reflection
(I'm Black!) Just like the Panthers lookin for an answer
This prejudice shit is like cancer
(I'm Black!) Look at my eyes the wool cant get pulled over
Look at my cars they stay gettin pulled over
(I'm Black!) Meanin Public Enemy's number one
Government lookin in the hood sendin in the guns
(I'm Black!) I grew up off The Good Times show
Drink liquor and some weed let the good times roll
(I'm Black!) I live for my wife and my seeds
And my mind with a find only God could exceed
(I'm Black!) I got to show my homeboys love
First thing we learned in the hood was homeboy love
(I'm Black!) And I'm that if I aint nothin else
(I'm Black!) I'm beautiful I love myself
(*Love myself, oooh oooh oooh yeah!)
[Chorus: Floetry] (*Letters in CAPS mean Styles P & Floetry sing together)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to say that I'm me)
So proud to be just who I am (So proud to be so free)
(I'M BLACK!) So proud to say that I made it
(I'M BLACK!) Through all of the struggle and the hatred
(I'M BLACK!) And I'm not afraid to say it
[Intro:]
I.V. this shit is hot like the old jail music
I might as well go in
I'm a super gangster, G'd up extra
Stretch you out plus the nigga you're next ta
Weeded up, liquored out
On a crate real late, four-fifth is out
I'll let you know if it's a drought or them bricks is out
The Dominicans got 'em but the Columbians shipped 'em out
Know the big time hustlers, all of the drug smugglers
3-Card Molly niggaz, crooked card shufflers
Even though the O's on the hoes stroll
Ex-baseheads that got a job, now they got 'em the Soul Glo
Know all of the stick-up kids, dice shooters
Old school niggaz that chill and light buddha
Niggaz that cop cars and throw work in the engine
Boys that do nothin but buy sneakers and denim
I know niggaz that get drunk at the bar
And the young boys who keep the handgun and the pump in the car
[Chorus 2X:]
Up in the hood, it's a lot of gangs and gangsters
But I'm a super gangster
I super grind, I'm tryin to get super paper
Told you I'm a super gangster
Kick it with the O.G.'s and the parolees
Light a blunt with 'em, tell 'em put out a stogie
The young boys that'll kill yo' ass over a Roley
Maybe even a Fossil; them niggaz is hostile
Some hoe-ass bitches that bag crack
throwed up in they ass crack, leave with they bags packed
Go where you tell 'em to go
The O.G. number man who sniff a little blow off the federal note
The white boy that'll sell you a boat
Get your papers cleared up, old church lady that'll tell you it's hope
The politician that'll tell you to vote
And my jail niggaz that always get it in, with a sock and the soap
What!
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
I'm a super gangster, I fly off haze
I'm invisible, nobody ain't seen me in days
I'll crush every bone in you, I ain't get paid
Got a gun with a laser that shoot out grenades
I'm a super gangster, better ask the hood
All I need is some gloves and a mask, I'm good
I'll rob everything I could, anytime I can
Is S.P. the super gangster? Yes I am
(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
(Intro)
Beast Music, D block, yea
Nigga, you know
(Verse)
I used to keep money in the shoebox
Knockin if I die, the night from 2 Pac
Or into the stage from buckshot
Dream of the Europeans standing at the bus stop
Headed to a fuck ass stop job
Never seen a fuck boy I would not rob
That's why I thank God for the contracts
Run up with niggas that would push the wig, be your mind back
Reckless, less wreck, less def
Nigga just come up off the necklace
Matter fact, you can keep that
Get the safe ready, know where you sleep at
Hit yo man up, did you peep that?
You don't want me assin with a B fat
Getting in like a key in the keyhole
Leave a nigga dead just for a kilo
(Chorus)
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, hey yea yea
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back
Back
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, hey yea yea
I loves the music
I just call it believe in it
Take it back
(Verse)
I used to move the C and the D rock
Knockin every day, struggle from BI
Malcolm, Raekwon and Ghostface, purple tape
On the crib yo, that means I'm working late
New 25, IRS with the snitchers
125th pictures with the fly bitches
That was the days of the Willy murda
Now I'm getting any nigga in the city murdered
European vehicle sippin swerving
914's the call, 911
If I said I'm gonna get you ‘cause the time gon come
It ain't Nore or Vado but the Slime gon come
Oozing out yo eyes and yo ears
And I ain't gotta brag, I've been getting money for years
So do you, I'mma do me
But you could fuck around, I'll break yo neck like Bruce Lee
(Chorus)
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, hey yea yea
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back
Back
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, hey yea yea
I loves the music
I just call it believe in it
Take it back
(Verse)
Fuck what I used to do, tell you what I'm doing now
All I do is make money and move around
It's from around, you know the shooter round
4-5 filled with arrows to put you through the ground
You makin it rain, you throw loot around
Your mom got a dress, hope yo pop got a suit around
Get a candle to circle the whole crew around
Find a nice little spot to boohoo around
'90 P, yea just do it now
The gun is greezed, the shoe's so fluid now
Motherfucker this is beast music
All these rappers is food, I feast to it
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, hey yea yea
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back
My life ever since
Start it now, it's gonna have more meaning girl
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
Take it back, tu ru tu tu
(Chorus)
Play no more around this town
Play no more around this town
‘Cause I am gonna shoot you down
(Verse)
Half asleep, half up
Mad house, leaning on the fast buck
You know me that's if I got my mask up
I'm mad cool like the AC on max
Show money on weed and the clothes out of sacks
No soil in the jungle so we rose from the cracks
Of the sidewalk, why you think we specialized in ply talk?
From the dark side of the force, I'm not the Skywalker
Know I named a pizza shop but nigga get the paws off
Remember misery loves company
Yo homies got yo back but ask yo self, who's frontin me?
How much is the work worth?
How much getting murk worth?
Sometimes I get high and I wonder if church works
As I changed the first verse and the kirk first
Gonna ask myself – yo, how much is the verse worth?
I know it's priceless but I still gotta charge a price
Shit is static, go back to the heart of life
(Chorus)
Play no more around this town
Play no more around this town
‘Cause I am gonna shoot you down
(Verse)
Masked like Bane, Dark Knight like Wayne
Gangstas with night skills is missing from the game
Stand up G, I strive for my son
But the cold ass streets forced me to crater with my guns
Ones is the only thing that matters
I try to keep it real
They just here about swagger
King of New York shit, meet me at the Plaza
You can talk shit and get pluck with the dagger
I'm on it, on one, up one
Probly on the dolo with the Top Gun
Shout to polo niggas with the dutch done
Trinnies on the bamboo, jeps on the raw booze
New to the jail niggas that never wanna go home
You should do the science
If you don't know math then build your alliance
But will yo man stand in the pan when you fry him?
All of us is living but all of us is dying
Getting money or you trying
(Chorus)
Play no more around this town
Play no more around this town
‘Cause I am gonna shoot you down
(Verse)
Blow up OZ, meditate and levitate
The time is money nigga so we never wait
We got shit to do, kill you all for principle
Cool and I ain't listen cuz I thought I was the principle
Custom kidding on the European
You see me, I blow the weed and then I look Korean
But I ain't from Korea though
Life's a bitch, money gon burn like gonorrhea though
It's all truth or it's all lies
Need a bionic man on a full guy
I'm major like Lee Majors
Cop money for crack as a teenager
(Chorus)
Play no more around this town
Play no more around this town
(Verse)
Open up up and take the block over
Pause and stare at me, felonies in the holsters
38 special, don't let them bullets catch you
But pull out that long thing and long range stretch you
Lace the Easy Rider with elephant tranquilizer
Came through with niggas cuz most of em 85'ers
Hit yo baby moms, embody yo baby father
Proud of couple rappers, they probly yo favorite artists
Fuck is all these charts? A lot of these niggas garbage
From D Block to the Bullpen we the hardest
Still keep that riffle clip loaded, who the target?
I move anything and everything's on the marble
Layin niggas down, roll em up in the coffin
I'm drawin from the waistline, I'm drawin from the arm pit
This is that front page, continue to page 4
Every time the D's come and kick in the same door
Alive niggas' time, cut short when they change loads
Some niggas came up, some of em still lost
Floss all niggas, that's whatever the bill brought
Feed yo whole team, now you being a real boss
Can't smell the sour or the kush cuz it's sealed off
I'm lightin up the night, take flight and I peel off
2 guns up, yea nigga that's 8 scratch
All pan like canned up, it ain't wax
(Hook x2)
We open up up the shop, drop down
Open up, we got the block locked down
Real niggas is reppin the streets first
G's coming here first, remember to squeeze first
(Verse)
Loadin up the tray deuce, sippin on the deuce deuce
Lightin the blue dream, it's blue like blue screws
Rap of the street, yea I'm in the who's who's who
I don't floss, I sit on money like the jews do
Robbing in the vits, another 5 star with the bricks od down south and the
Trap of the pits
I don't pump, I just come through the spot she'd
Visions of the M8 wagon with the ostrich
Seats and the steering wheel,
You a liar lil nigga, you just appearin real
Niggas know to fear the real
There never was a nigga like I
The town that hold me down like I'm big in Bedstock
Pull it out, cock back, nigga let it fly
Then a nigga gone and a riga red eye
My movement is laudable, my hand in
Any type of handgun seems so compatible
Rappin emphatical, dogs so radical
Pull out the mack so I can rat tat tatter you
Nigga you should leave it at that
I'm a cool fly nigga that get weed in stacks
Driving in a hardtop drop
Couple homies got killed, couple homies got popped
Dumping 7 grams cuz the plan don't stop
Like when it's hot in the projects the fans don't stop
I'm in the lex land with my hand on the gwap
Off the end of island, camp 10 on the block
Told you bout the fam, just imagine when the shit hit it
Niggas got a pound then you know we getting lit with it
You getting money then stick with it
Pass me the mic, I'm sick with it
Something like Cyrus the Virus
Came from the dirt but my touch is like the Midas
(Hook x2)
We open up up the shop, drop down
Open up, we got the block locked down
Real niggas is reppin the streets first
(Verse)
Hatin niggas thinkin the air of me
Motherfuckers is not scarin me
Nigga you're not hearing me
Nigga you never heard of me
Who'd be the first cocksucker that want to murder me?
Whip engineer down in Germany
Outside scene but the inside's Burgundy
Life ain't promised but nigga death is a certainty
Bubbling and struggling, yea like the purp with me
And get faded, no head but
Elevators broke them niggas and take the stairs up
I'm real, you ain't nigga so don't sompare us
You the type of nigga I tears up
Just like a tissue
So killing you ain't issue
Get stripes in the whistle and you still ain't official
(Hook x2)
So screw yall, I never knew yall
You clickin like yellow lights, I'm runnin through yall
Screw yall, I never knew yall
Yall pimpin at the end of the phase, I'm runnin through yall
(Verse)
Dance with the devil, I bet you you'll pay the price
Couple niggas die and a couple will get life
Couple niggas change when they get to see the light
Couple get a second chance and do the same shit twice
Doing wrong shit but I can do it right
That's the life, you don't know what I could welcome you tonight
Get a light, sit back, nigga welcome to the flights
When the cheese fly high, these ride by and you try to bring em love
Me, I'm getting sick of dope rhyming, Singapore
You don't like that? Nigga middle finger though
These niggas won't match but I bet you they clingers do
Yap to yo face but the battle swingin low
These first teeth next, you don't want beef yet
Getting money nigga so I don't make cheap threats
The tray pound is the big three and you ain't see the heat yet
(Hook x2)
So screw yall, I never knew yall
You clickin like yellow lights, I'm runnin through yall
Screw yall, I never knew yall
Yall pimpin at the end of the phase, I'm runnin through yall
(Verse)
They say half the world sick in the brain
Takin flicks of a man getting hit by a train
No way, too many people that are rich will complain
While the homeless sing in the rain, living off change
Other countries claim that heroes suicidal
Over here it's strange, fake killas become idols
Don't believe in gangsta? Let's swear on the bible
Keep the enemy close, now yo best friend yo rival
Tryna be honest in a land full of crooks
When they'll read your rights and they'll hand you the book
Mom cryin up in court while you can't even look
Can't compare to the bombs or the kids that stand me up
Who's written and I wanna rollie
This is the rap race, now we all nothing but rollies
Tryna find the snakes of the grass, I gotta smoke it
Now lookin for the driver but still waitin for my moment
(Hook x2)
So screw yall, I never knew yall
You clickin like yellow lights, I'm runnin through yall
Screw yall, I never knew yall
Yall pimpin at the end of the phase, I'm runnin through yall
(Outro – Sample)
Stop fooling with these folks who haven't been through anything
You are not going to get a flaw from people who have not been crushed
The real flow of glory will always come from somebody who's been crushed
There will be a flow from out of him like you have never seen before
It's beyond anything you have ever seen before
Hardest nigga
Slim
G'd up
Goes
Ignorant niggerish, holiday shootin at the cigarette
While the shit is lit in yo mouth
And you gotta be kiddin me nigga
I'm like an Italy nigga
On some mob shit, figure me out
Can't stop me, I'm Luca Grassi
From the book, not the picture though
You ain't talkin me, I keep the nickeload
The Kansas made for Nicolo and me too
Lightin weed, this way green in the be soup
Wronger than the oil from the tea tree
Singin aloud, playing the Beegees, nigga take it easy
And my new name is D Rock
Hearts throwed back as if you so afraid to ease up
I'm a genius and a retard
Just the other day I stopped to piss onto these cars
You sweet and your heart pump Kool Aid
Block might take off yo top like it's a tope
Probly blowin booty, mixed with the sour
Riff right now will get you clipped in a hour
If it's corn that's 2, get hit with the 3-4 times 5 star
General coming through (you the man!)
Ask me to go since Scram Jones
You don't want yo brains on yo man's phone
You don't want my niggas and yo fam's on me
Won't see shit like you caught up in a sandstorm
SS S be the deuce
5 star general, you die if you try me
Any nigga in the city murdered
SS S be the deuce
Wasn't me, I was smoking weed with his bodyguard
Motherfuckin, this is beast music
[Styles P]
I'm Black, been a greasy kid
I'm better off sayin nigga like Eazy did
Mike Vick bought a pit', now he goin to jail
He ain't have a license to shoot a dead duck or quail
Did the pigs have a license when they shot Sean Bell?
Now hell is a place we live
Cause the race we is, I mean race we are
Too cold for this cop to have our face on the car
It ain't candy so I don't want a taste of the bars
Ain't a ball game, I don't wanna sit at the court
Do a long bid, I don't wanna give that a (Thought)
But I'm +Black+ and people in jail is most my color
What up black cop? Every brother ain't no brother
I'm a have-not, grandma's grandma suffered
You just mad we hustled right out of the struggle
Let it rain nigga, we gon' dance out in the puddles
What?
[Chorus: sample of Syl Johnson's "Is It Because I'm
Black"]
Looking back over my false dreams that I once knew
Wondering why my dreams never came true
Something is holding me back, ohhh-ohhh
Is it because I'm Black? Yeah...
[Black Thought]
Uhh, yeah
They say payback's a motherfuckin nigga, that explains
why I'm
sick of gettin treated like a goddamn step-child
Livin like a {?} I'm an exile
Gotta climb out of my skin, just like a reptile
Born where the feds file, them suits and neckties
Operatin under the cold, live and let die
I'm tryin to break free of the hole
But five out of ten brothers gon' see a parole
Who this system fail with Mychal Bell, might as well be
Sean
Fat cats picnickin on the White House lawn
And it's only ten percent in the hood, where health
benefits
Genocide, Jena 6, guilty 'til we innocent
Citizens, listenin to government smooth talk
Take, one step forward and do the moonwalk
back, give me the Peace Prize like Al Gore's
I got a mind like Malcolm X, how 'bout yours?
C'mon
[Chorus]
[Styles P]
Struggle lives on and it tire on
Imus should've never been fired, just fired on
Not with a gun, hit him up with a water hose
Got some nerve to call a black man's daughter hoe
Whoever put the nooses up, we oughta slaughter those
Klan in the precinct, where did the order go?
Klan in the schools too, where should my daughter go?
Where should my son go? Let me know what {?} is hung
I'm too Black to not dream like Martin did
Die like Malcolm, a martyr to be part of it
Came from the ghetto, you know the heart of it
We just want it finished and, we ain't even started it
Hardest nigga
Slim
G'd up
Goes
Ignorant niggerish, holiday shootin at the cigarette
While the shit is lit in yo mouth
And you gotta be kiddin me nigga
I'm like an Italy nigga
On some mob shit, figure me out
Can't stop me, I'm Luca Grassi
From the book, not the picture though
You ain't talkin me, I keep the nickeload
The Kansas made for Nicolo and me too
Lightin weed, this way green in the be soup
Wronger than the oil from the tea tree
Singin aloud, playing the Beegees, nigga take it easy
And my new name is D Rock
Hearts throwed back as if you so afraid to ease up
I'm a genius and a retard
Just the other day I stopped to piss onto these cars
You sweet and your heart pump Kool Aid
Block might take off yo top like it's a tope
Probly blowin booty, mixed with the sour
Riff right now will get you clipped in a hour
If it's corn that's 2, get hit with the 3-4 times 5 star
General coming through (you the man!)
Ask me to go since Scram Jones
You don't want yo brains on yo man's phone
You don't want my niggas and yo fam's on me
Won't see shit like you caught up in a sandstorm
SS S be the deuce
5 star general, you die if you try me
Any nigga in the city murdered
SS S be the deuce
Wasn't me, I was smoking weed with his bodyguard
Motherfuckin, this is beast music
You know what it is
Time to go in on these niggas
We lay this shit down pretty nice
Pretty evil we do our thing
Its real big over here on d block you know what I'm saying
We real big on fucking bullshit ass niggas up (still fired up)
So stay away from me with the dumb shit you know(hammers is still loaded and waiting)
Play me
The clips hold seventeen (seventeen)
Surprise I ain't die when I was seventeen (surprise)
Little nigga Tryna get heavy cream
Get more then I got (gave)
Give more then I get (give)
I can fall but I won't blame a nigga when I slip (I won't cry)
I'm a grown man life in my own hands
Maybe in the next man
If he got the ratchet in his best hand (maybe)
Might have a scope on it(probably)
Probably like me if came in the block and the shit had dope on it
Game use your offense always use your defense
Me I use my g-sense just like my presence
Pretints I would never ride to the precinct
With all these tight jeans can't digg it
Tight jeans and big sneakers make you look like a clown you fuckin asshole
The streets is mine nigga
Ya bitch ass industry niggas stay in the industry
Stope acting like you a fuckin gangsta when you not
Let's go my nigga
A lot of shit bother me
Flash back on robberies
Calmed down
Wolf shit still a big part of me
Think about the Lil one
Hoodied up
Yea down the line
Catch his ass slipping
Pop his ass with a Lil gun
Duece duece with rhinos in it
Followed by the 25
Know I got my thoughts wrong
If I ain't get my money right
Never say what you seen until you seen what you saw
What you saw ain't what you seen nigga say no more
You don't understand the game nigga don't play no more
Retire quick we be on some fire shit
Matches and some gasoline
Fully loaded magazine
Kill em for a bag of green
Puffin on a bag of green
Stab the king
Kidnapped the queen for a bag a green
S.p d-block shit I don't have a thing
My niggas could have a ring
[Intro]
[Verse 1:]
Cocaine Cowboys, Heroin Indians
Drug dealer fly, which car to put the Fendi in
I'm in a condo on a Louie couch
New York fly nigga, California gooey out
Mobster, know I got the tooly out
Cops come, you don't even put the doobie out
From the block, them niggas will make a movie out
Everybody fly like they got gear from groovy house
G'd up, know what you out for
I get high riding out to the Outlawz
Broke right hand, load the southpaw
Get off the turnpike, different route ya
How I know they sent a different scout ya
Trying to figure out, how the cat got the mouse ya
Trying to figure out, how the dog got the cat ya
From the hood where they let it go blat! ya
Weird science, simple math
Take a cab wherever you got the rental at
Check the spot wherever the connect sent you at
Check the creditor, homie that fucking lent you that
Word!
[Verse 2:]
Smoke break, at the table bagging up snowflakes
9 mil at my waist, but I don't feel so safe
Cause a lot of niggas is ghostface
I mean two face, bitches get yo'food laced
I don't stay in the spot unless the mood straight
I rather be mad high in my new place
Rather be mad high in my old place
Wondering if the pearly gates is white like Colgate
A lot of dollar bills, can't fold straight
Cause the knot thick, told you that the plots thick
You in the way, you gon' hear the Glock click
God bless this ignorant and obnoxious
[Verse 3:]
European American, V's with the smoke tints
Ten rack, black label suit with the smoke scent
Meet the connect by the ocean
I do my deals on the beach
Up to my neck in the water, and it ain't sweet
Cause trust is an issue
The ice pick tip with the rust gon' hit you
It cut through your tissue
Cause you could go to jail, niggas'll act like they
miss you
It's only when they see you, when you gone they forget
I fell in love with the money, and lust with the pistol
Always hated the cops, they fuck when they get you
I still "Kill Bill" I'll, monster from "300"
Talking money to G's want it
We roll up then we load up
It's a cocaine deal or a hold up?
I could care less about the set that you throws up
[Verse 4:]
Came from nothing, used to have nothing
Now I'm somebody and I got a lil something
Rich nigga, Ritz nigga
You don't know this nigga
I don't like snakes, I'll kill it if it hiss nigga
Rat nigga, snitch nigga
Rap nigga, fuck 'em all
My posse over there tell your girl to go suck em off
They say I'm underated, I just be getting faded
Cause niggas'll have your name all on the affidavit
I find it fascinating
I know how to kill em all, holiday'll kill em off
When ghost procrastinating
You could see the holy ghost
I stretch your flat
And leave some herb in your pocket
You could call that the holy smoke
We ain't cut from the same cloth
I'm the boss, we couldn't work for the same boss
Point blank nigga, I would shoot your brains off
In the spot, the manteca and the cane soft
But you know that the bass hard
Dealer death and there ain't no safe card
That's Alchemist, this is Alchemy
Sniper on the balcony, higher then the Falcon be
It's a pack of wolves and you know I'm where the alpha
Guns go north, but the drugs go south for me
If anybody is out for me
Better go the fuck in, cause I'm gonna go the fuck in
New York fly, California high
Miami hustle when I get up on a pie
Down south lean, midwest bounce
[Verse: 1 Styles P]
Fuck BDS, I BMF on these niggas
I'm like CVS, I Got the pharmacy
I lay you out in EMS
If you acting like, a bitch nigga PMS ho shit
One eye open CBS in the fight to the death you don't
need a ref
If your heart stops nigga you don't need a breath
And the movie just started you should see the rest
Cock sucka, so come and get some front row seats
You talking shit then you don't really want yo teeth
You couldn't find a nigga that'll want this beef
D-Block wild niggas we jump police
I aught a ride around in the hearse
Killing Motherfuckers and it's only getting worse
Heading to the connect I'm only getting work
You fucking with the Ghost then you only getting merked
[Hook: x2]
Trill Shit UGK and D-Block
This that Yonkers Trill shit
Reputation certified
Trill shit UGK and D-Block
Talk shit and you get hit up with the G lock
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Trill nigga fuck a fuck nigga fuck a bitch
Them gladiators on deck it's no sucka shit
And it's no sucka punches nigga I ain't stealing on you
Walk up on face to face drop you then I'm peeling on
It's full throttle bitch I'm all hands no bottle
You male model bitch I'm all man no bravo
My reputation certified I'm known wherever I go
So fuck around and get dumped in the back of your own
tahoe
I'm back at it bitch and I got the ghost with me
And I got the toast with me who the fuck gonna boast
with me
Keep ya dick sucker shut when I'm with my people
And you can pause and no homo that all the fuck you
need to
But the fact remains I'm getting at you when I see you
And if we don't see eye to eye them I'm a leave you see
through
Talk shit and you get hit up with that G Lock
This that Yonkers trill shit UGK and D-Block
[Hook:]
Trill Shit UGK and D-Block
This that Yonkers Trill shit
Reputation certified
Trill shit UGK and D-Block
Talk shit and you get hit up with the G lock
[Verse 3: Styles P]
I can tattoo a couple tear drops
Drop tears powder on my hand while my ears pop
Like Tony Montana with a bandanna
Riding like doe when they shot Ricky
Don't even light it up if it's not sticky
You don't even get a pass if you not with me
Right before the game it's the shoot around
Right before you go to cop the cane pull the hoop
around
Better watch it for cops or state troopers round
Lot a niggas is snitching but shit what's new in town?
You gonna do it better do it now
You don't get it done nigga 1 you a loser now
[Hook: x2]
Trill Shit UGK and D-Block
This that Yonkers Trill shit
Reputation certified
Trill shit UGK and D-Block
[Intro:]
I'm stupid dope, critical fresh
Can't even believe this shit
Diamond life, nigga
Ghost, let's go boo
[Hook:]
All I do is rhyme a lot
Pulling out pot from my diamond kennels and diamond
socks
It's OG all day
Dutchies and bambles and raw cones, diamond ashtray
And I got on my diamond shirt
With my ice on, that's diamond work
Hollaback if you flyin' right
Yea homie, welcome to the diamond life
[Verse 1:]
I'm probly getting my rhymin' on
I've got my diamonds on, and my diamond on
And I probly got the shining on
Jack Nicholas, bring sun like Saint Nicholas
Give me a gift, I'll show you a gift to give
I light up the booth like Christmas lights
I could start up the printer like Vincent Price
What the fuck you gonna hate for?
Cause I could rap the flow like a skate ride
Make the money hop like a bunny hop, BMX
I look at Cun Balk like DMX
Who wants to lay up in EMS
You should run like DMC
Kid 'bout to count on my TAT
Fly til we die, you never gonna know when death come
D block, diamond to the next one
[Hook:]
All I do is rhyme a lot
Pulling out pot from my diamond kennels and diamond
socks
It's OG all day
Dutchies and bambles and raw cones, diamond ashtray
And I got on my diamond shirt
With my ice on, that's diamond work
Hollaback if you flyin' right
Yea homie, welcome to the diamond life
[Verse 2:]
Welcome, it's the OZ for SP
Hot top, diamond socks, low top SB
I smoke out cause I lounge out
Rap hop a cool when the pro tour's bounced out
Me and poos blowin' the ounce else
Take the amounts in and nigga tuck the blouse in
You mad cause I'm flowin' like a fountain
Spend millions on weed, ask my accountant
Overachiever, indicous attiva
Make you a believer, fresher than leaver
Nigga light the chibba
This is diamond life, throw your D's up
And you know it's D Block
No seats in it but it popped up
And you know I stay lip too
I miss flyin' down the supply
I wouldn't bullshit you
[Hook:]
All I do is rhyme a lot
Pulling out pot from my diamond kennels and diamond
socks
It's OG all day
Dutchies and bambles and raw cones, diamond ashtray
And I got on my diamond shirt
With my ice on, that's diamond work
Hollaback if you flyin' right
(Verse)
I'm accustomed to getting fast dough
It takes that whole work by they asshole
Standing by the pool in a bath robe
Bullet in yo C's or your afro
Lookin at the don and the Eiffel
Be the biggest prize if real niggas was rappin
You baffled, throw you off the scaffel
Gon hit with the scalpel like the doctor
Rap style proper and I'm a gun popper
West side highway flyin coke chopper
Only fuck with niggas that prosper
Bitch ass niggas love to gossip
Getting high fully, get Kennedy
Get yo ass turned to a memory
Remember he, remember him
Played me nigga, you'll never win
(Hook x2)
All soofoo, all loco
(Verse)
You don't owe me nothing but real rap
Under the laundry bag is still wap
Shoot first, not from sideways, niggas is young boys
Ringers is OJ's, blow crazy
Under the building, Poltergeist in it
Sucked in the low best with ice in it
Buy cars, runnin through Mars, snatch yo jewels and dip dodge
And don't make me whip, it's sergeant now
It's drop in the 718
Roll out, 11 niggas, snitches gon hate
We're strapped to the max, hit the light as the indoor cyphers
Do anything to kill more Nikes up
Growling with the wolves and the world riches
Mostly yall niggas' hoes is real bitches
Catch you in the flicks, know the game 456
We brought the cocaine with the quick
(Hook x2)
All soofoo, all loco
(Verse)
We in the same game but it's different innards
Yea it's polo but it's different in it
Got a gun but never been on a mission with it
Seen crack but never been in the kitchen with it
Never caught a nigga slippin with it
You just rappin like a criminal
I'm a criminal rappin, a 5 star general
Fuck fake niggas, the message ain't subliminal
Better take yo vitamins and minerals
You talk a lot and the bullets when I'm the interview
So wutchu say now?
Free shit, got bullets to give away now
Free shit, you get down or lay down
But once you laid down you stay down
‘Cause that's 2 to the dome piece
Bullets in the air like the phone piece
(Hook x2)
[Intro: Styles P, DJ Drama]
See you when we get there,
For my nigga Knockout!
I know you up there getting shit straight so we gon be
aight when we get there!
(Gangsta, DJ Drama)
[Styles P:]
Shit we rather die before we cry broke,
Go rob a nigga take the money and buy coke...(CANNON)
All for a whip-a couple of kicks-and a fly coat,
Shit we might flip if we ain't able to buy smoke,
If were hopeless are we able to buy hope? (Tell me)
Still get the thriller 9 kickin like Tae-Bo
Deal with the demons No sleep I ain't been dreamin,
Only nightmares when I'm scheemin.
[repeat]
[Styles P:]
Shit we rather die before we cry broke,
Go rob a nigga take the money and buy coke,
All for a whip-a couple of kicks-and a fly coat,
Shit we might flip if we ain't able to buy smoke,
If were hopeless are we able to buy hope? (Tell me)
Still get a thriller 9 kickin like Tae-Bo
Deal with the demons No sleep I aint been dreamin,
Only nightmares when I'm scheemin,
What its gon take? I guess another funeral a wake,
But these niggas wanna see you upstate,
Nigga this is betty crocker shit- Johnson & Johnson,
I'm talkin about powder and cake,
More green in the forest aim real mean with the taurus,
Said my man said I need to read the (Sorr-uh) (sp?)
Nigga this is closest to religion Imma get,
Leave a body on the stoop and let them niggas get my
drift,
Or better yet the draft subtract the bodies you could
do the math,
Do you really wanna walk down this path?
Yeah I'm in good health living a sick life,
Doing wrong shit but its getting me rich right,
Looking at the cars and the crib is it worth what I
did?
But who can I ask "Can I Live?"
I don't really know so that's why I'm hard as it get,
But I still ask God to forgive.
I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high
I, I get high on your memory
High on your memory
High on your memory
I get high, high, high, high
(Everyday)
I get high, high, high, high
(Every night)
I get high, high, high, high
(All the time)
High
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S P, the only flowa that you know with a bounce and a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cats
So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave
I get high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbles me now
And I'd rather roll something up 'cause if I'm sober dawg
I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up
I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone
Mothafucka case I'm dyin' tonight
So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with south P, I come strapped with the hood
I get high, high, high, high
(Everyday)
I get high, high, high, high
(Every night)
I get high, high, high, high
(I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory)
(High on your memory)
(All the time)
I get high, high, high, high
(Everyday)
I get high, high, high, high
(Every night)
I get high, high, high, high
(All the time)
I get high, high, high, high
High
Ay yo, I smoke like a chimney
Matter fact I smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies
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 exchange
I get a rush off the blood on the walls
You understand, like the M5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor
I get high cause fuck it, what's better to do
And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better you
I get high, high, high, high
(Everyday)
I get high, high, high, high
(Every night)
I get high, high, high, high
(I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory)
(High on your memory)
(All the time)
I get high, high, high, high
(Everyday)
I get high, high, high, high
(Every night)
I get high, high, high, high
(All the time)
I get high, high, high, high
High
I'ma smoke till my lungs collapse
I'm from the era where, niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where the dollar bill is powerful
I smoke weed 'cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do
I get high for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'
With my Bill Gates the niggas that'll die for a livin'
Shit I get as high as I could
'Cause if you see things, like I see things, I'ma die in the hood
Mothafucka understand it's full service for you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
And you can name any rapper, if you want it die
This is S P dumpin' and bitch I get high
I get high, high, high, high
(Everyday)
I get high, high, high, high
(Every night)
I get high, high, high, high
(I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory)
(High on your memory)
(All the time)
I get high, high, high, high
(Everyday)
I get high, high, high, high
(I am the ghost)
I get high, high, high, high
(Flow baby)
I get high on your memory
High on your memory
High on your memory
I get high on your memory
High on your memory
High on your memory
I get high, high, high, high
(Verse 1)
I go with it - I'm so with it
First class flight overseas, I'm low with it
Stretching out the chair, wearin' low in it
Thinkin' of a house in Cali - can I grow in it?
Throw a booth in the place, imagine how I'd flow in it
Outer space bars, Ozs to the face, y'all
Bowl by the hottub in case, y'all
Plush life - laugh and I smile a lot
Light it up - bottle pop
Blowin' kush from San Diego to Ottawa
A long way from the days I used to bottle up
Keeping all of my feelings bottled up
Keeping all of the guns hollowed up
Now we gettin' rich, gettin' twisted like Oliver
Money, pile it up -yeah
The first go around, then again when we follow up
(Hook x2)
Money, power, kush, sour
Haze, airy, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, let the lead fly
Then a nigga gone on the red eye
(Verse 2)
Livin' and drivin' in big shit
If I die tonight, fuck it, my kids rich
Sick shit, get your wig split
Nothin' personal, real nig shit
I'm on fire, you just smokin'
Playin' tennis with my connect, US Open
Block's my office, no days off it
The loudest person's usually the softest
Coke is gorgeous, ice is flawless
It's repercussions that come with all this
Gun off safety 'til they come and replace me
You know what they say, death comes in Tracys
(Hook x2)
Money, power, kush, sour
Haze, airy, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, let the lead fly
Then a nigga gone on the red eye
(Verse 3)
More fun than festivals
Audemars and oysters perpetuals
Goon niggas that turn niggas to vegetables
Long as it's coke, being broke's unacceptable
Word to the zero that go after the decimal
May I double the way I bubble
Them ballers, the shit that brought AI trouble
If rap had a Dave Stern, believe I'm him
Think not? Bet the money in your Levis, then...
Digital... analogue
Always had catalogue, the bulls for the matador
But if I see red like the Bulls do
Somebody's gettin' shot and won't pull through
Got more animals than a zoo do
Yeah, it's Ghost The Grand
Motherfuckers should scram or get killed with they man
(Hook x2)
Money, power, kush, sour
Haze, airy, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, let the lead fly
Yeah Okayy yeah Eh Yeah
Southside!! Eh!! Styles P
Yeah
Jah be like a long cloth to my feet
Guide and protect me when things get deep
Even though the streets full of heat Still I gotta make
ends meet
Jah be like a long cloth to my feet
Guide and protect me when things get deep
I pray that my soul you keep cuz me wa fi to dwell
where the angel's sleep
Life is getting way too deep when I die
I wanna go where the angels sleep
Yeah I'm outside trying to make ends meet my meds
Ten deep and a range of best jeeps
room 2, niggers is shoot you, it's crucial
Ain't Marley Mar but am part of the Druice crew
Brass in the bark of the dutch, and the deuce deuce
Spit on a nuke to get loot
I'm the shit lou
Shit is a dog like pitbull, a shih tzu
Right arm up in a fist getting clenched too
Give them an inch and them niggers will take a mile
Fall to they style and them niggers will try to style
But not me nigger, Amma Cafie nigger
Can't pop me nigger I always come with a good plan
And if that don't work, I switch out to the hood plan
Jah be like a long cloth to my feet
Guide and protect me when things get deep
Even though the streets full of heat Still I gotta make
ends meet
Jah be like a long cloth to my feet
Guide and protect me when things get deep
I pray that my soul you keep cuz me wa fi dwell where
the angel's sleep
Gone is protection, X is intersection
Trunk full of weed in the chevy, pulled in a Wesson
Fire will burn but we never would learn a lesson
Till the cell door close, move more keys
Til we sell more hoes, and bag more friends
We ain't wanna be criminals we have more plans
but it ain't planned out it's rocks in this pot that I
gotta hand out
As soon as they fan out
That's the old days
This the new days now it's Salvia, kush, lemon and Poo
Hi def, wifi, clear as blue ray,
But still old school like the handy antenna
You could play with the fan or bang your bandana
Ask me to go sir, ask me the most
Lyrical motherfucker in the game no jokes
45 will leave your ass hot, no smoke
Jah be like a long cloth to my feet
Guide and protect me when things get deep
Even though the streets full of heat Still I gotta make
ends meet
Jah be like a long cloth to my feet
Guide and protect me when things get deep
I pray that my soul you keep cuz me wa fi dwell where
the angel's sleep
... Say
EH!! Yeah!!
... Say
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
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 don't speak to the bitches we could handle this like gangsta's
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, m fuck rap and a verse
I get down like the bishops it the way you clap at the hearse
I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of Herc
I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac wit niggas that'll take
Twenty a body, the shottie will handle that
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
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 too lies by the hips
So come and creep wit me, and I ain't 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
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
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
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
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
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