Styles P - Y'all Know We In Here lyrics

[Styles] P.K.iller! [Styles] Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us hop in they whip and ride for us pop n***as in the skull in they frame, sh** it's a body for a body for the love of the game But n***as'll call the precinct with your government name but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on and if a n***a bury my man, I bury his mom I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate hop in the hoop', grab a bird, get outta the state stay in the dirt, dog we like pieces of sh** dealin coke like cars, come lease you a brick Holiday b**h, I show you what a 38 special do Turn n***as vegetable, salad a** n***as Never send a coward around violent a** n***as I'ma always bust my gun, use my knife ride or die, til the day I lose my life [HOOK 2X] [Swizz Beatz] Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!] Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!] [P. k**er] You dealin with the streets, [YO!] you dealin with the thugs! [YO!] You dealin with the set, [YO!] so y'all throw it up! [Verse 2 - Styles] It don't matter who you are, or what you say aint no rapper you name f**in wit Styles and I'll probably die young, shot in the war but I aint never give a f**, and I always was wild and I'd rather have a open case, than an open face k** every witness, I aint goin to trial and everybody's a gangsta, nobody's p**y there's alotta n***as lying and I know who you are Next time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bail I'ma k** a hundred n***as, right in front of n***as When cops come through, they gettin it too Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang co*ks**er, it's the Holiday crew get money, k** n***as, do robberies too cuz you f**in wit the grimiest, sheistiest can't wait to die dog, life's a b**h [HOOK 2X] [Verse 3 - Styles] I'ma die screamin, f** you, meet me in hell cuz I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeper look at the ink on my arm, I tattooed the reaper of d**h and they call me Holiday, I let a slug go in your shirt and wait for the leak in your chest I'll probably black out, think about my welfare days and times I had to sleep on the steps n***as don't want it wit me, you could call me arrogant dog until you get stabbed in the jaw P'll run up in the hospital, stab you some more don't you f** wit no n***a that be plannin for war I got slugs that go through you, put your man on the floor purplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peeps project was p**y and the lobby was sweet n***as had alotta mouth, but they body was weak [HOOK 2X]