styles p is better then jadakiss as bars and writing rhymes goes imo.
You're dealin with the ghost of the past
You could sleep if you want, and get fukked with this toast in your ass
I'm a gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the best
And tell you play the front seat and then choke you to death
Throw the gun to the chair try to open your chest
Get blood on the driver face, window and dash
Burn the car with the body in it, bring you the ash
I get down on yo head like I'm Sigel the cold
That nikka sniffed up yo coke I could bring you his nose
If he stole money from you P could bring you his hands
The nikka talk too much I bring the ears of his mans
Need weed to calm down, need money to live life
fukk a watch cause my time is tickin
fukk a chain I'm already hangin
fukk a gang I'm already bangin
Robbin nikkas is my only form of steady payment
Play it sweet I might be in your house
L-O-X black mob Holiday and I'm out
What...bytch?