Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that s**t a hit, that s**t sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo this the Ghost right here my n****
Damn I missed my n**** call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine
Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you
Jesus Christ boy, one
Yeah, D-Block
Styles P you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go
[Sheek Louch]
You get smacked with the hammer n**** play your position
'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position
[Styles P]
N**** I'll hawk your a**, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
[SL]
I don't know nobody f**kin wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus
[SP]
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
Like never part with your gun and stay this cold
[SL]
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather s**ts, you the Michael Jackson glove
[SP]
I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it
I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated
[SL]
We don't reminisce b**** a**, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back
[SP]
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
[Chorus x2]
Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to f**k up your seats
Rock that s**t, every corner, knock that s**t
N****z try to front on us, cock that s**t
[SL]
I guess I'm gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
[SP]
And n**** I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit
[SL]
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek n****, dare you to speak
[SP]
S**t I got plenty guns
And thugs that'll give a n**** a hug and say they stab anyone
[SL]
You ain't never seen a n**** jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red s**t hangin from his waist
[SP]
N**** I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells
connected
[SL]
Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
[SP]
B**** this is mafia
It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya
[Chorus]
[SL]
Sheek goin broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a n**** with no hands
[SP]
A lot of n****z screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the n****z asleep
[SL]
I'll punch a n****z nose in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you b**** a** n****
[SP]
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
That's a f**kin neck tie
[SL]
We turn b**** n****z skin maroon
Pump turn n****z voices like they hit a helium balloon
[SP]
If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all yall faggot n****z die according to Styles
[SL]
What n**** you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody f**kin wit Louch and P
[SP]
Yeah n**** that's what's up
D-Block til the death motherf**ker so our gats is up
[Chorus] |
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