MARKED FOR DELETION - G-Joint (Duplicate) lyrics

Styles P Talking: "Yo I rock the f**k out I dont know bout everyone else" Verse 1 - Styles P Whatever we dont make, we gona take mof**ker Get this straight and fix your face I ain't gotta sell millions. Im in the buildins With poppy comin thru with them bricks by eight Listen co*ks**er and clown Ill be leaving you cut Youre like a dutch hound, bustin ya down n***as driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back Be the only damn way Ill be f**kin around And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin you duck So i can bust you in the head when im buckin tha pound And I told you that Im holiday Styles Lets celebrate Heard you gettin money, Ill rob you right now And you gon get popped in the head True Story Crips do they thing in blue, bloods pop off in red Me, I'm on the move only stopping for bread Double R and D-Block n***a, copper and lead Whaddup! Styles P Talking: "Stay in the zone" Verse 2 - Styles P I dont know why the f**k you amped yo Got hoodrat b**hes carryin birds on the public transpo n***as in the hood that go out like Rambo They hot since 138th had that ??? Young Buck, Dumb F**k Two Gunz up, ride or die til the suns up Gangsta and a Gentleman dogg I got cla**, Ima send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue Ill be down south bendin a who*e (Ten in the morn)Pretendin im on (Dirty) Thirty on eighty-five like J-Bo and Sean Paul Beef wit New York rappers, I'm k**in em all On my Slick Rick sh**, y'all could lick the balls I been cool 'cause (these) n***as is (a**.)asthma (But)F**k that, might as well call me pool 'cause im (givin')gettin splash.ed And that Lamborghini liftin tha stash Even gettin the ma** while some haze (to mix) be mixed wit the hash Whaddup! J-Hood Talking: "Pa** that blunt n***a" Verse 3 - J-Hood Im in the hood where the eggs get knocked off Gangmembers find they family members with both of they legs chopped off n***as ain't scrappin, they bangin ya The judge dont need a tree branch when they hangin ya All y'all f*gs'll get ate like clams This is a blood sport b**h, You could call me J Van Dam All these so called "Guerrillas" be tellin' How a rat goin' give you thoughts of a predicate felon. Motherf**ker Homie, what you want, the blade or the slug Im the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club b**h n***a, bow your head in the presence of G's Load the lead up and squeeze Im a great dane, n***as is fleas F**kin rats can't wait to call cops Til I make em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops J-Hood b**h, my name rang in the ghetto 'cause im O.G. and I play the streetz like a chello