Yeah, what up?
New York City, what up?
This your boy, to the Dash
S.P., Double are
Hell and Back
Styles straight out the Penn
[Styles P]
You don't like my sh** you could bite my dick
I got a case, I'ma fight my sh**
I got a blunt, I'ma light my sh**
I'ma chain smoke with c**aine sellers
Stick up kid took the game over
n***as hate d**h, still gotta break necks
I'm at the dealer copping sh** they ain't make yet
You think you're n***a happy, I'm just trigger happy
Phone ring a lot, n***as throwing figgas at me
I got major plans, you get in the way
And your throat is the place where my banger lands
You don't want to anger me, upset me or startle me
You don't want a part of me, I'm going for the arteries
And I'm a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of d**h
You about to die loser
This is Holiday and Dash-On
We burn a whole f**ing house down so I don't need a mask on
[Chorus: x2]
You don't respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta
Or get stabbed with this motherf**ing banger
Tell 'em P
You don't like my sh** you could bite my dick
I got a case I'ma fight my sh**
This for the streets
[Drag-On]
n***a don't think cause you hot today you can't be in the fridge tomorrow
If you a family man I'll send you back your kids in a jar
You bought your soldiers, n***a I was raised with mine
I got three kids, four, five, but I raise my nine
I'll have y'all n***as missing your moms
Then let you find her wearing long sleeves but missing her arms
And ain't nothing for me to twist ya wig
All I gotta do is puff some weed then listen to B.I.G
Then come back and level the city
I got my money up, my band is thirty, my bezzle is fifty
My vest weigh fifteen, banana hold sixty
So I can run slow and hit you up swiftly
Extort rappers, they break me down half of their check
I keep a banger that'll break down half of your neck
I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back
Drag and S.P.'ll blow off half of your chest
[Chorus]
[Styles P]
It's like a Kodak moment come capture this
How I motherf**ing fracture sh**, y'all n***as talking blaphemis
Motherf**ers we make cla**ic sh**, matter fact I'll mash ya sh**
Y'all n***as like potatoes to me
And I might be high but you look good with a halo to me
And I ain't got a problem wit a problem
f** 'em cause I know he gon die with a nine in his noggin
[Drag-On]
Yeah, Drag back with the Ghost
You know what that means, more vests and a lot more toast
I'm a lot older plus a lot more violent
Tip of my guns covered, it's a lot more silent
My n***as pop off off imposts
Murder ya kinfolks and we ain't even f**ing start wilding
So be cautious n***a or be in the coffin n***a
Cause we'll bring it to the hardest or the softest n***a
[Chorus)