Styles P
Styles P - Holiday Any Emcee lyrics
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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, Kinda slow there now, warrup