[Styles P] 

Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent 

That's what KRS said 

The Ghost nigga, time is money 

Double R, D-Block 

Poobs let's go 



If it's beef better move on nigga, or get shot in the head 

Or trucked over by the UConn nigga (trucked over) 

Touch me, lose two arms, nigga you might think you hot 

You dead wrong, you just lukewarm nigga 

I'm colder than the ice in the freezer 

Butcher knife slice and you seize up 

44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia 

Late night I'm pipin a diva 

All my niggaz hyper and eager 

In case I miss the hit the sniper'll leave ya 

This case it's better to give than be the receiver 

In the M-6 blowin the weed up 

Comin through the hood makin sure that it's G'd up 

I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I read up 

My rap is like coke, so my shit stay ki'd up 

Y'all lil' niggaz new to the slums 

I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run 

Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun 

Ask the streets who can spit an iller fluid than son 

Sheeit, nobody right? (Nobody) 

Kill you, you a nigga nobody like 

Fuck with me if you lookin for the rowdy type 

I get it buzzin with cousin 

Six dozen bullets skippin in the Audi right 

This is Styles nigga, I keep it comin like gunshots 

And you ain't said nuttin in the wild nigga 

You ain't said nuttin, what? Motherfucker 

Time is money nigga, that's all I'ma say 

Poobs we fuckin out, see you at the finish line