(feat. Bully, Snyp Life, Straw, Styles P) 



[Styles P:] 

Straw... 354... Ghost... 

Feel this... yeah 



Let me break it down I'ma nigga to Ryde or Die homey 

2 Gunz Up or they either on my side homey 

I ain't first base so I won't let you slide on me 

I ain't Great Adventure so I won't let you Ryde on me 

You opened ya mouth but believe I can shut it nigga 

P ain't the barber but ya face I can shut it nigga 

Spent a half a million on the lawyer nigga 

Extraordinary Gentlemen just like Tom Sawyer nigga, yeah 

Bust the rifle from far away 

And I'm still tryna figure the triflin'est part of day 

Is it morning when the fiends cop 

Or is it noon when the willies wake up from they dream ock 

Or is it night time when we all grind till the green come 

I'm smoked out with a machine gun 

I'm in something all black know I'm always on the lean son 

Steady lookin' for the cream ma 

And I'm probably with a bad bitch 

But I'm usually for delf where I'm headed where the cash is 

When you come through the hood get a pass like Steve Nash kid 

Cause shit thicker than molasses; get blasted 



[Snyp Life:] 

They say you only really as good as ya last rhyme 

So I make sure my next one bring back time 

So niggaz can reminiese when they last had shine 

Through my lines see that's heart felt 

Make a cold heart melt 

Gring ain't for everybody homie get a new route 

Re-in' with the same shit you only see the same shit 

'Se goin' through them shoot outs my niggaz did the same shit 

And they bang 'fits and they 'on't care who you came with 

Me I just happen to spit and got a knack for flippin' packs on the strip 

Turnin' rags to chips put that hawk in ya face 'fore I squeeze my clip 

I 'on't clap back I pop first read my lips 

3-5-4 nigga the shit so tell ya men 

And for my nigga P I'm puttin' it in till this shit end 

You know what it is one for the Block two for the Team 

Screamin' 2 Gunz Up while I'm strippin' ya gleam yo 



[Straw:] 

Ever since Straw small truck the mercedes 

You'd think that I'd be dumpin' a pump the way it drive the streets crazy 

The flows crack 60 for a verse is a pack 

And 16 keep the fiends comin' back 

It got me where I can't be without my hard hat 

Teflon long sleeve and a large gat 

Heat seekin' shells attract to ya body heat 

And even bullet time couldn't help you dodge that 

It's too easy niggaz can't handle my beef it's too greasy 

500 SL Benz with 3 TVs 

Narc scope radar lens with green screens; built in beams 

And some eagles in the trunk with the money and caine 

Tryna figure out the best route boat or tha train 

Cause wit 9:11 crime feds watchin' the planes 

It's them Arliss boys at it again, immaculate mane 



[Bully:] 

Comin' to box the S knockin' A Tribe Called Quest 

I'm comin' for you bad guys like I'm Elliot Ness 

I'm with the host the Ghost 

We gave you toast to coast it's 354 bitch you supposed to know 

I got it, you get it, you pay it, I spray it, you wit it 

There never been a time in my life that I couldn't get it 

Still got my eye on the prize, still in the hood with them guys 

Still got the hood and gloves, the ski mask for diguise 

Motherfuckers been hatin' you ready to dance with Satan 

The Rugers cocked; I'm patiently waitin' 

P just gimme the word on these herbs that's my word 

Mail his head to his mom in a jar that preserve 

Hannibal Lector style nigga dinner served 

Still got birds with curves that move birds 

Gucci frame Donna Karen bitches that's nerds 

Get in where yo fit in motherfucker that's my word