Styles P - Styles (Feat. Jadakiss) lyrics

Yeah, Holiday, Gary I don't want y'all to compare me to n***as no more Unless they got a case pending Unless they poke somethin' up Unless they keepin' it real gutter, y'know SP, I'm the closest thing to poison it is You think you hot, I'ma boil your kid You think you cool, I'ma throw you in the river Wit some cement shoes you could sleep with the fishes n***as actin' funny, so, I gotta keep it movin' I don't speak to the b**hes we could handle this like gangsta's Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker That money get dropped off, so do he Right off the booth of his mama' building Feel the drama building Told y'all n***as don't f** wit P I said,m f** rap and a verse I get down like the bishops it the way you clap at the hearse I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of Herc I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac wit n***as that'll take Twenty a body, the shottie will handle that Styles Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost Styles Holiday sh**, it's robbery sh** n***a talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go Styles Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse Styles Pullin' the three, co*kin' the four Styles We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors You could die today Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'mon I smoke weed 'cuz the future is grim I'm knockin' this ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz My lil' man been runnin' since the shootin' begin Y'all n***as talk about cases of Crist I talk about cases where n***as get life of the sh** And your girl visit two years, mom come forever But near one of your mans ain't right wit his sh** But like corn I'ma flip, smokin' weed influenced by the fix And old timers with the too lies by the hips So come and creep wit me, and I ain't lyin' When I tell these motherf**ers that I got the streets in me One felony, wit two cases beat, so be about your business When you come and beef wit me I got coke for sale And I got dope for sale if you wanna cop some work You oughta come and speak wit me Styles Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost Styles Holiday sh**, it's robbery sh** n***a talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go Styles Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse Styles Pullin' the three, co*kin' the four Styles We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors You could die today Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'mon Y'all n***as know my name, but you don't know my style What make it all ironic is the sh** is the same Keep a Milli in the coat, puffin' on the chronic In the hood wit my n***as that's distributin' 'caine If your man get bodied, number one rule is You body somethin' back then live with the pain Young guns of this sh**, so when I get hit I'ma yell, Sheek and Kiss, let's finish the game I got discipline and dedication I'm the boss of the S N F, that's the Shootin' n***as Federation Light a blunt and get cloudy wit me Go get your gun and get rowdy wit me It's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the four Don't you ask me what I'm robbing you for, what 'Cuz you was talkin' big money and I'm a little broke And I'm a firm believer in equality dog, what Styles Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost Styles Holiday sh**, it's robbery sh** n***a talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go Styles Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse Styles Pullin' the three, co*kin' the four Styles We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors You could die today Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'mon Styles Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost Styles Holiday sh**, it's robbery sh** n***a talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go Styles Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse Styles Pullin' the three, co*kin' the four Styles We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors You could die today Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'mon