P] Holiday Bitch, I get you shot in the or shot in the neck if I ain't gettin proper I care if you rap, I still spit in your grill I don't a fuck, never have, never will If it ain't on your hip, then you're to die I ain't tryin to be the nigga that's gonna at the sky Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie We all gon' die, or later, matter of time My niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin to bubble Brand new nine, and an in a bubble I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set Niggaz think they a thug, then to death (uh-huh) Cause the P gonna squeeze no slugs is left (what) You know I'm with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit butter? Hop in front of toast
Yo, aiyyo, I say what I want, fuck y'all think is cool And I hate cops, cause y'all was dicks in school No pussy gettin niggaz to cuff the God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that too hard My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too What y'all make in a year, I kick for a song Check my car, I care, I don't play fair some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear I'm a true thug nigga, it straight to your crew Small when I rap, I'm basically talkin to you You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye? I'm tryin to leave my some real fuckin change when I die rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky I'm hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through,
Yo, yo, yo, yo All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's quick A nice house with rooms, maybe six A town where is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip Bet you even felt the heat til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets Y'all use beats for help; we the beats Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who it with P? If I say so myself, it's a wonderful Be in the hood all your jewels in the glovebox Same that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh) All of burners, even snub glocks (uh) Nice size tecs you could carry in sweats (uh) Find man dead in the trunk of a car (uh) It's Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your (uh) Uh
Creep the streets For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my shotty Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol Make niggaz from the blood loss, got em noddin off And casket naps, fuck that You shoulda never let bastard rap All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through snorkel No parents, tale from my no morals in the wrong era, with no guidance So you It's no problem, no lyin fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em Drag done ate your Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but 'em well I don't brag I let the tell now you see he fell
[DMX] last line*} Uh, uh, now you know what my name means you hear it in the streets (uh) bitches fear it cause you weak You hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?) You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh) What the science behind that (I don't know) A lot of easy I bust down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh) Ain't tryin to talk about I got now, but I got now (WHAT?) I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck up (c'mon) And for too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh) It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know (uh-huh) Well about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that Now don't act, cause might get you rollin with what you ready to handle (UHH) All left of your memory, is a candle (WOO!) It quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh) From the rap to the street shit, I keep shit tight Let them cats spit weak shit (What!) I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!
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