(feat. Styles P)



Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.

Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy

Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before

Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga

Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages

Yeah this P

To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine

[Styles:] Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you

Jesus Christ boy, one



Yeah, D-Block

Styles P you wit me dog?

Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go



[Sheek Louch]

You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position

Or rigamortis set in and you stay in in position



[Styles P]

Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes

And you cowards can't walk my path



[SL]

I don't know nobody fuckin wit us

I ain't Jerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like "The Bus"



[SP]

And you couldn't live this life and play this role

And like, never part with your gun and stay this cold



[SL]

Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love

I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove



[SP]

I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated

If I was you I woulda never made it

I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated



[SL]

We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that

Styles verse is the only thing I'm bringin back



[SP]

Tell the ghetto show discipline

I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin



[Chorus x2]

Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets

Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats

Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit

Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit



[SL]

I guess I'm gettin older

Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder



[SP]

And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4

I keep my heat cocked, and my blunt lit



[SL]

The mack out, take a piece of your back out

Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak



[SP]

Shit I got plenty guns

And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say they stab anyone



[SL]

You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his face

Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist



[SP]

Nigga I'm well connected

By the time you hear this I'll be in jail 

But I probly got two cells connected



[SL]

Yak in one hand, the other the lizm

And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism



[SP]

Bitch this is mafia

It won't stop til they put you in the dirt

With the flowers on top of ya



[Chorus]



[SL]

Sheek goin broke is not in the plans

I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands



[SP]

A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep

I won't be happy til the niggaz is sleep



[SL]

I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustin

Cuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga



[SP]

And I could make the best die

Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it

That's a fuckin neck tie



[SL]

We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon

Pump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon



[SP]

If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God

Cause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles



[SL]

What nigga you could get it for free

Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin wit Louch and P



[SP]

Yeah nigga that's what's up

D-Block til the death motherfucker so our gats is up



[Chorus]