[Styles]
P.K.iller!
[Styles]
Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us
hop in they whip and ride for us
pop n***as in the skull in they frame, sh**
it's a body for a body for the love of the game
But n***as'll call the precinct with your government name
but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on
and if a n***a bury my man, I bury his mom
I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate
hop in the hoop', grab a bird, get outta the state
stay in the dirt, dog we like pieces of sh**
dealin coke like cars, come lease you a brick
Holiday b**h, I show you what a 38 special do
Turn n***as vegetable, salad a** n***as
Never send a coward around violent a** n***as
I'ma always bust my gun, use my knife
ride or die, til the day I lose my life
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[Swizz Beatz]
Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!]
Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!]
[P. k**er]
You dealin with the streets, [YO!] you dealin with the thugs! [YO!]
You dealin with the set, [YO!] so y'all throw it up!
[Verse 2 - Styles]
It don't matter who you are, or what you say
aint no rapper you name f**in wit Styles
and I'll probably die young, shot in the war
but I aint never give a f**, and I always was wild
and I'd rather have a open case, than an open face
k** every witness, I aint goin to trial
and everybody's a gangsta, nobody's p**y
there's alotta n***as lying and I know who you are
Next time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bail
I'ma k** a hundred n***as, right in front of n***as
When cops come through, they gettin it too
Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang
co*ks**er, it's the Holiday crew
get money, k** n***as, do robberies too
cuz you f**in wit the grimiest, sheistiest
can't wait to die dog, life's a b**h
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[Verse 3 - Styles]
I'ma die screamin, f** you, meet me in hell
cuz I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeper
look at the ink on my arm, I tattooed the reaper of d**h
and they call me Holiday, I let a slug go in your shirt
and wait for the leak in your chest
I'll probably black out, think about my welfare days
and times I had to sleep on the steps
n***as don't want it wit me, you could call me arrogant dog
until you get stabbed in the jaw
P'll run up in the hospital, stab you some more
don't you f** wit no n***a that be plannin for war
I got slugs that go through you, put your man on the floor
purplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peeps
project was p**y and the lobby was sweet
n***as had alotta mouth, but they body was weak
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