Styles P

Styles P - Time Will Tell lyrics

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(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



[Chorus]
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