f/ P.K.iller, Swizz Beatz



P.K.iller!



[Verse 1]

Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us

hop in they whip and ride for us

pop niggas in the skull in they frame, shit

it's a body for a body for the love of the game

But niggas'll call the precinct with your government name

but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on

and if a nigga bury my man, I bury his mom

I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate

hop in the hoop', grab a bird, get outta the state

stay in the dirt, dog we like pieces of shit

dealin coke like cars, come lease you a brick

Holiday bitch, I show you what a 38 special do

Turn niggas vegetable, salad ass niggas

Never send a coward around violent ass niggas

I'ma always bust my gun, use my knife

ride or die, til the day I lose my life



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Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!]

Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!]

You dealin with the streets, [YO!] you dealin with the thugs! [YO!]

You dealin with the set, [YO!] so y'all throw it up!



[Verse 2]

It don't matter who you are, or what you say

aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles

and I'll probably die young, shot in the war

but I aint never give a fuck, and I always was wild

and I'd rather have a open case, than an open face

kill every witness, I aint goin to trial

and everybody's a gangsta, nobody's pussy

there's alotta niggas lying and I know who you are

Next time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bail

I'ma kill a hundred niggas, right in front of niggas

When cops come through, they gettin it too

Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang

cocksucker, it's the Holiday crew

get money, kill niggas, do robberies too

cuz you fuckin wit the grimiest, sheistiest

can't wait to die dog, life's a bitch



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[Verse 3]

I'ma die screamin, fuck you, meet me in hell

cuz I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeper

look at the ink on my arm, I tattooed the reaper of death

and they call me Holiday, I let a slug go in your shirt

and wait for the leak in your chest

I'll probably black out, think about my welfare days

and times I had to sleep on the steps

Niggas don't want it wit me, you could call me arrogant dog

until you get stabbed in the jaw

P'll run up in the hospital, stab you some more

don't you fuck wit no nigga that be plannin for war

I got slugs that go through you, put your man on the floor

purplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peeps

project was pussy and the lobby was sweet

niggas had alotta mouth, but they body was weak



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