Verse 1
Shhh (two guns up mothaf**a, two guns up mothaf**a (overlap))
Real sh**...styles p sh**..
If p want you dead, i aint comin' wit n***as
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got something to pour
That's that old school sh**
I aint tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang n***as over the clouds
And i heard you say you rich
So you can't get lower than styles
k** everybody dead just so noone can smile
Play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while
Biget i rock, ever since my n***a was shot and my other n***a
Was shoot sh** i'm tellin' the truth
If i lie, may i die in the middle of the verse
My n***as hustle from first to first
Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist, blunt in your ear
Pat in your sock, trade at the back of the block
With a fein watchin' for knorx till the sh** get dark
We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a b**h, we lookin' for a brick
That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a shift
Holidy styles, n***a i aint nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the sh**, that be under your feet
And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat
To show n***as that i'm nice and they aint f**in' wit me
Chorus
Felony n***as
Cop co*k heavily n***as
That'd arm rob seventy n***as
You know
Murderin' n***as
You want doe, they servin' you n***as
Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on n***as
You know
Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe
Verse 2
All i know is d** and guns
And plenty of weed
And that b**h that s** dick
And n***as that bleed
And if you're rich before you go
Get a watch and a drop
You better hit the court house
And better bail out the block
If your son aint worth sh**
n***as'll smuggle your daughter
I come through in a porshe
The same color as water
I got weight, what you want
I can cover the order
They call me boss when i cross the border
Six shot "caught her?"
I hear n***as say my face is screwed
But i'll put six in your stomach n***a
Lace your food
Scream "f** every rapper" that hate that i'm rude
But that's that sp sh**, you can take it or move
We can let the bullets spill, till we all get k**ed
There's only six nice rappers
If you wanna be real
n***as die everyday from talking that dumb sh**
That where they're from sh**
All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
Just another dumb b**h
Go to church to get the holy ghost
I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
Look at the world through a n***as eyes
Dont be a b**h, you gonna live and die
Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by
I pray to god that we make it to heaven
But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven
You know four, five and seven, hot as f**
And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
But since n***as still alive they should be tellin you somethin'
You aint hear from holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin'
You know..co*ks**er..
Chorus (2x)
(skit)