Styles P - Holiday lyrics

[Styles P] Knee-deep in the game Due time you'll see the sunshine if you sleep in the rain I ain't tryin to weather the storm I get over the clouds and I ain't talkin 'bout flyin a plane I'm in the slums where the guns is n***as sell crack to get hundreds - I mean thousands I seen European cars by housing I seen shinin on your block, I'm just browsin Fo'-five make you get free My London n***as say, "You get me?" I say, "I got you" Rude boy, they better watch you Too hot to handle, too cold to hold When I was young they used to say I had a older soul Only d**h can make the soldiers fold Comin down, hit the floor, let go, all my soldiers roll You get hit then your soul let go, let's go [Hook: Max B] (Let's go) We pop shots off at your bean D-Block, Byrd Gang, that's the team (team team) Big fifth make you move back Go against them, you don't really wanna do that Them got that yay.. it's a holiday (holiday baby) If you f** with my money then you might as well pay [Styles P] Handgun and the rifle And a knife too, sh** just that trifle Get blood from your ice to your Nike boots Head cracked like the dice do I don't squeal nor squeak like the mice do I get hype too, come through the block and light you Like a cigarette, you ain't seen a harder n***a yet Hit you like a Nicorette Off a lion n***a pick a pet, I mean pick a beast I run the city n***a pick a street Matter fact you could pick a beef I'm old school we can shoot it out, pick a heat f** you! [Hook] [Styles P] I get ya, get the picture? I'm the painter, you the painted Talkin sh** when you ain't sh** I'm five-star, you ain't ranked kid I'm major, f** the majors, f** the label And take that to the bank kid It's the Ghost or the Phantom k**in rappers at random without a handgun, can't stand him I'm too nice, I'm too hot You don't wanna drop from the top of the rooftop Turn the mic up, turn the beat up S.P. the Ghost still keep the f**in booth hot [Hook]