Styles P - The People Freestyle lyrics

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Styles P - The People Freestyle lyrics

Jadakiss [Talking] Diabolical word play It's only the mixtape ladies and gentleman Sour and chambers, my n***a, save your applauses (Green Lantern drop that sh**) [Verse]: This is for the black ra-dio, n***as that play C-lo Always on the d-low, with dreams of a kilo It's nice if Jordan hit the jumper on Craig Ehlo Show a stranger love hate on a brother we know A lot of n***as got k**ed because of their ego Either over a b**h or a couple of c-notes It's rough in the g-h-e-t-t-o Got to learn how to hear no evil and see no I spit nothing but acid like amino Still good for your skin though like aveeno Honeys be amazed how my Hershey kiss ring glow Miss being with my grandmother playing bingo Whole album is crack not just the singles Its garbage if u put it on your tongue and it don't tingle I still be in the hood n***a I let the thing go Bullets gone burn but the razor gone sting though Do this for n***as in Coxsackie in a swing yo Got a team out in Louisville like Patino k** you in 88 minutes like Pacino Connects show me how to play dominos and pokeno 21 n***a I'm robbing all the casinos Name ring bells from Rikers Island to Chino Little n***as with choppers hopping out the Camino Who ever didn't get hit evacuated the scene yo You know that I don't f** around let your team know Or one day when you're out of town I'll let your queen know I mean what I say, and I say what I mean yo Send you to the hospital first then your spleen yo And I ain't trying get funny money I need mean dough n***as can't f** with the God come clean yo I sh** on n***as dreams yo, kiss my a** Styles P Verse: This is for the black iPid-od, n***as who still kid-ar Those up north in the yard on the bid-ar Whoever throw a 50 of weed in they cigar Couldn't except when the Jets got Brett Fid-ar True New Yorker need money like A-Rid-ar Get out of ya place and your face a get skid-ar Use to blow weed with Big out of the jid-ar Ya man could get pluck like a string on the guitar You could be this year's bird and get k**ed-off If I'm on the road it's me busy and hit hard Real ironic that I get busy and hit hard Hop in the big a** van and drive fiz-ar Real hood n***a so never call me a stiz-ar More like the sun and the moon ask the giz-ard Can't understand tight jeans big skid-ars n***as look half way gay mad bizarre Buck shot daily I'm up in the juice bizz-ar Nice on the mic like Cool G, Kane, and Izzard 4-4 bulldog I'm knocking a n***a rib off 12 gauge shotgun tearing a n***a lid off Kidnap a girlfriend dropping a n***a kid off Connect with the bricks they droppin a n***a sh** off Drop top then get it popping when it skid off Louch, Kiss, and me is the best who wanna spit off