Shhh (Two guns up mothafucka, Two guns up mothafucka (overlap))
 Real shit...Styles P Shit..
 If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit niggas
 Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
 So ya homies got something to pour
 That's that old school shit
 I aint tryin' to put you under the floor
 I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds
 and I heard you say you rich
 so you can't get lower than Styles
 kill everybody dead just so noone can smile
 play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while
 biget i rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga
 was shoot shit i'm tellin' the truth
 If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
 My niggas hustle from first to first
 Twelve months in a year
 Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
 Pat in your sock, Trade at the back of the block
 With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark
 We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
 While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick
 That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
 Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a shift
 Holidy Styles, nigga I aint nothin' but streets
 Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet
 And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat
 To show niggas that I'm nice and they aint fuckin' wit me

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 Felony Niggas
 Cop Cock Heavily Niggas
 That'd arm rob seventy niggas
 You know
 Murderin' niggas
 You want doe, they servin' you niggas
 Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on niggas
 You know
 Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe

 Verse 2

 All I know is drugs and guns
 and plenty of weed
 and that bitch that suck dick
 and niggas that bleed
 and if you're rich before you go
 get a watch and a drop
 you better hit the court house
 and better bail out the block
 if your son aint worth shit
 niggas'll smuggle your daughter
 I come through in a Porshe
 The same color as water
 I got weight, what you want
 I can cover the order
 They call me Boss when I cross the border
 Six shot "caught her?"
 I hear niggas say my face is screwed
 But I'll put six in your stomach nigga
 lace your food
 Scream "Fuck Every Rapper" that hate that I'm rude
 But that's that SP shit, you can take it or move
 We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed
 There's only six nice rappers
 If you wanna be real
 Niggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit
 That where they're from shit
 All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
 Just another dumb bitch
 Go to church to get the holy ghost
 I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
 Look at the world through a niggas eyes
 Dont be a bitch, you gonna live and die
 Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by
 I pray to god that we make it to heaven
 But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven
 You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck
 And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
 But since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin'
 You aint hear from Holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin'
 You know..cocksucker..

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