{Hey Mario!} 



[Styles P:] 

Straws let's go nigga 

Vinny Idol on the track 



[Straw:] 

Aiyyo I tell niggaz blow me quick 

Fuck the best bulletproof my tints, window down when my Ruger spit 

Yeah you fuckin with a Arliss nigga 

One in the head, 16 in the cartridge nigga 

And, you can have a team but regardless nigga 

You might fuck with e'rybody else but not this nigga 

Cause I heat the beef up like Foreman's 

Plus I let the streetsweeper Air niggaz out like Jordans 

Catch me in the lot with D-Block gorillas 

For green I tie you up 'til God cut off your fingers 

The mausberg handle give 'em brain contusions 

Two trey slugs do the brain removin 

I don't give a fuck about a D, ask P 

Straw run in your house a quarter past 3 

Straw run at the house with all your crack ki's 

Just for the love of my niggaz, you other cats bleed 



[Chorus: Straw] 

Guns up, foes down 

Straw and the Ghost when it goes down, vest and a fo'-pound 

We don't give a fuck about the law when we blast off 

Get the cash, do the dash with the masks off 



[Styles P:] 

So all y'all blow my cock 

No security, the show don't stop 

It's goin down then the fo' gon' pop 

Yeah you fuckin with a cocky nigga 

Run up your face like them steps on Rocky nigga 

And you gon' need a mask like a hockey nigga 

Might fuck with e'rybody else but not me nigga 

Cause I hold up your paper like thumbtacks 

And I got knife game like Jigga, retire and come back 

Catch me comin through with Team Arliss nigga 

For green I leave blood on the carpet nigga 

And you can't get it up, with a stain remover 

The four-four long is the brain remover 

I don't give a fuck about the law, ask Straw 

Most rappers is whack and got a glass jaw 

Load up the gun, I show you what the mask for (I'll show you) 

D-Block bitch, that's niggaz that blast fours 



[Chorus] 



[Straw:] 

Aiyyo Straw be in your house with his guns drawn 

The nine milli fire 'til I'm sure that a lung gone 

Try and do the stealth work, settin the car bomb 

Detonators target activatin the cell phone 

It's Arliss, we be in the hood puttin work in daily 

Meditate with the Ghost 'til my eyes is hazy 

Red Jag convertible, black 380 

Intentions to murder get the cash and I'm Swayze 

Lost in the virgin Isle, never see a day of trial 

Do away with the witness, be a man girl or child 

Ain't a soul seperatin Straw from his profits 

Frustrated when it's on I'm the one with the rockets 

I don't give a fuck about a D, ask P 

Until I'm buried in shells, I'm where the cash be 

Probably buried in L's, the haze and hash weed 

Need more than forensics, tryin to catch me - it's on 



[Chorus] 



[gun blast]