Styles P - 914 lyrics

[Verse 1: Styles P] Hell yea I'm pullin' my thang out, you gettin' banged out b**h n***a, you sh** done came out Kick it with a 914 n***a, four n***as beefin' Guess what? my 914 n***as I warn n***as like whoever will come through My sh** stay kicking so I'm calling it kung fu Master my own style, punk show 'em what gun do I'm lethal like a h**n bundle, yea The beat rocks from Pete Rock, the flow from the ghost from D-Block Four pounds send you to Esau, in other words Jesus Christ Man, my sh** stick together like beans and rice All I need is weed at nights to smoke and rhyme And I'm probably the nicest n***a to breathe in light And can't nobody prove me wrong, I'm to strong And the motherf**in' street n***as need me right [Hook: Pete Rock] Ayo f** what you heard and what you thought you saw Been all over the world reppin' 914 Styles P and Sheek Louch, they wild fo' sure Been all over the world reppin' 9-1-4 [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Raised in the ghetto singing songs for survival Late night, Valhalla, rollin' out the bible 914, every corner store got a n***a with the raw Just bring your straw Piff by the O's, p**y galore Little thief b**hes get the monkeys out the store sh** look real but a n***a ain't sure, yo You know a real n***a when you see him Jewelry dripping, white tee, you wanna be him Burner on him and don't care about freedom b**hes with him, other girls wanna' beat him I'm trynna' stay alive, what up Mount Vernon? Rest in peace two-five, Pete with the knot Who else to ask for but Sheek from D-Block Two guns down, calico up I'm done here, pa** my cup [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Styles P] n***a I get fresh like Easter Who wanna get sliced like pizza, while I light my reefer? You could come through with your crew n***a Burner go through n***as One shot is knockin' off two n***as I might come through with the Uzi, shoot n***as Filmin' on Fuji, put the sh** in a movie Who wanna' get burned with a loose? Black tie affair, I grown up You get stomped with the Gucci's You oughta' be playin' me two feet I don't need five, I gotta' knife you ain't leavin' alive I said the green and cream Beamer is mine, the Z8 I see hate, you get the three-eight right in your eye Yo Pete, play this sh** for the street n***as licking they heat, got a brick in the whip on the seat Them n***as no different than me, so they listen to me I understand all the sh** that they see, what [Hook] (x2)