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Shhh (Two guns up mothafukka, Two guns up mothafukka (overlap))
Real shyt...Styles P shyt..
If P want you dead, I ain't comin' wit nikkas
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got something to pour
That's that old school shyt
I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang nikkas over the clouds
And I heard you say you rich
So you can't get lower than Styles
Kill everybody dead just so no one can smile
Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while
Biget I rock, ever since my nikka was shot and my other nikka
Will shoot shyt I'm tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My nikkas hustle from first to first
Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
Pack in your sock, crate at the back of the block
With a fein watchin' for NARCS till the shyt get dark
We hop in the hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a bytch, we lookin' for a brick
That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
Catch me OT gettin' sixty a shift
Holidy Styles, nikka I ain't nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the shyt, that be under your feet
And the only time I front is with a blunt in the beak
To show nikkas that I'm nice and they ain't fukkin' wit me
styles p >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Real shyt...Styles P shyt..
If P want you dead, I ain't comin' wit nikkas
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got something to pour
That's that old school shyt
I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang nikkas over the clouds
And I heard you say you rich
So you can't get lower than Styles
Kill everybody dead just so no one can smile
Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while
Biget I rock, ever since my nikka was shot and my other nikka
Will shoot shyt I'm tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My nikkas hustle from first to first
Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
Pack in your sock, crate at the back of the block
With a fein watchin' for NARCS till the shyt get dark
We hop in the hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a bytch, we lookin' for a brick
That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
Catch me OT gettin' sixty a shift
Holidy Styles, nikka I ain't nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the shyt, that be under your feet
And the only time I front is with a blunt in the beak
To show nikkas that I'm nice and they ain't fukkin' wit me
styles p >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>