Styles P - Reminisce lyrics

[Styles P] YEP!...( VINNY IDOL: DON'T PUSH THE MARIO MAN!) Don't wanna talk this much. Jus' goin' in. I'ma' show 'em proof, motherf**ers...... Ghost...(POOBS: S.P!) [Styles P] My Karma's no good. Stay in some drama, lil' mama, lemme' know it's the fact that I'm so hood. I don't tussle with somethin', I'm hustlin' somethin'. I don't care about your man dawg, f** 'em he frontin' Motherf**er better tuck in his chain..or I'm robbing one.. Have me in jail? I'mma' buss' on the chain Like all my n***as suffer from pain, start cuttin' the 'caine, feels good to switch your guts into BRAINS. YEAH! Get the picture, lil' n***a? I smoke haze, drink a lil' liquor, still move a lil' quicker Put a kit on whatever I cop. Put bricks on EVERY block; let off 70 shots, motherf**as' gotta BEG me to stop I'mma' boss n***a kiss my ring, drop-top benz, fish in Manhattan, I could miss my plane But I'm in D-BLOCK! Bloods, Crips, and Kings! Tell your man I get horrible with it. I got a gun that always beg, watch these slugs try ta' borrow ya' fitted And I'm five times better than all of the top five. Give em' five shots from the fifth out the drop-five D-BLOCK bark a lot, b**h come and stop by! Big a** bottle of 'gnac Violate, and I betchu' swallow a hollow from outta' the gat I don't know what I'mma' sell, but I'mma' go ham (hell) with an L Think 'bout my n***as sittin' in jail f** with P? That's like touchin' a rail Third of course Guns go off, then my word's enforced. Understand that I said my word I don't be rhymin' funny, cause time is money, you know the clock and the bird You can catch me ontop of the curb Skys the limit, I need a flight to the top of the Earth. I'll k** every New York rapper verse for verse And they oughta' pay me tithes like I'm parta' the church Cause they ain't did no dirt, or put in no work Tell ya' man I said fu*k HIS LIST (fu*k THAT ni**a!) If P ain't on top, he can su*k MY DICK!............... YA KNOW?!