D-Block - Freestyle #1 lyrics

{*gunshot*} {Forget about it Mario!} [Styles P] Better let these lil' n***as know _Time is Money_, I'm back You want beef anybody just call my name In the streets S.P. in the hall of fame Been the hardest n***a out mad years in a row Tell your b**h you ain't a pimp, you really a ho It's funny how you bluffin them s**ers Only time S.P. is with the cops is in cuffs muh'f**ers And you should listen up the first moment I spoke Act up and get shot through your clothing or coat And now that we back to the hoodies Extra clips in the footies, have n***as lookin "Damn how could he?" Leave them n***as lookin like that And they ain't no gangsters, they ain't in Queens or Brooklyn like that Heard n***as made it big time, no lookin back Me I'm in the streets of Y.O You would think I'm f**ed up too how I creep and ride slow Then I hit Harlem and the Heights Got a play dyke before the night (whattup dogs) White M-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight) I ain't scared of sh** b**h this is my life - get it? If a n***a steal my chain I feel his pain But I'mma peel the whole block 'til they squeal his name S.P. don't play that sh** Ask your boss to try me, you won't okay that sh** n***as say it's your girl I lay that b**h Headcracks since we been layin on ADAT b**h Lil' n***a I been O.G I go broke in New York I got cash in a crib OT And I'mma bring the pain like a toothache Last thing I saw was his boot shake, I'm makin the roof break I get up in your mouth like toothpaste I'm dark like Batman, this big gun is makin you Two Face Get it? Motherf**er