Styles P - Breakin' the Rules (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro - Sheek Louch] Damn! Saga continues, let's go! Sheek Louch, Styles P (Ghost, what up?), J-Hood Lox, are you ready? [Verse 1 - Sheek Louch] I make n***as hang up and I ain't talking the phone Watch n***as get sprayed, I ain't talking cologne I done fed the dogs food, I ain't talking the bone When the hammer's out, duck behind cars Hawks too, y'all don't really want those facial scars Motherf**ers get the nine to the head, left dead Vultures all around like I fed them bread If the hammer don't work, yeah, there's a shotti n***a I go fishing with the worms that come out your body Look at my face, you see? I don't care about dying And I only laugh to stop from crying Walk With Me, D-Block, 3-5-4 Only rappers that's ready for war Keep some sh** in the drawer Other guns I gotta put on the floor They're too big Start a hair salon with what I could do to the wig I'm about done, Hood pa** me my gun Y'all n***as is straight corny Plus p**y and I'm starting to feel horny Wha, ayo Hood pa** the motherf**ing bottle to me, son [Verse 2 - J-Hood] Yo, when you're talking about the best, you'd better mention my name It's J-Hood, D-Block, we're taking over the game We got stripes in the streets, y'all b**h n***as is new to this The Winchester will turn your bladders in tuna fish My n***as done touched more cracks than the sidewalk Taling you the [?] left on the sidewalk I'm trying to be a don So I can cop all of my n***as chains and two hundred [?] I'm spitting for all them juvies locked up in the [?] We're aiming for the top, y'all at the bottom of the list Front if you want and get hit with the bottom of the clip I ain't gotta floss and sag my pants to be real I do it cause they be fallin cause I be toting that steel I'll open your grill, fiends get chills from the krills I'm trying to stack some [?], stash some mills My n***as will k**, won't give a f** who cry I do a driveby, won't give a f** who die n***a it's Hood, stash coke under the hood Pop you in your head and leave your a** under your hood Motherf**er, D-Block! [Interlude - Styles P] *Door slams* Hold the f** up, it's D-Block, n***a what up? Y'all f*ggots want to mention my name? I'm in your a**! I ain't with this p**y sh** Running back and forth, gun, all that You wanna see me, see me on the streets! Once you mention your boy - I'm in your a**, n***a! I'ma sh** on you one time! Other than that you can call me up or meet me up, whatever dog What up? [Verse 3 - Styles P] Holiday's getting on it f** Beanie Sigel, n***a you can s** my dick with the sh** on it Mack put the lead on it f** with me I k** you whole f**ing family, you can put your kid on it Free, you're a b**h too Wanna rhyme with your men? Talk greasy n***a, you're getting hit too We can make the bullsh** stop f** a song, meet in the streets, we can let the full clip pop Tell your band to ride with you It's Holiday Styles, you know how I do, your men can die with you Make New York jumping like [?] get off How the f** y'all the Roc when your leader is soft? How the f** you 'The Truth'? Dickhead, when it's me you wanna be like when you get in the booth I don't fell ya'll n***as Hit me on the cell phone, meet me in the streets and I k** y'all n***as Y'all can't be serious, you just rappin' it I lay n***as down point blank period Holiday's calling you b**h Y'all gon' make me catch my 4th case hoping that none of you snitch To me all of y'all trash and all y'all a**ed Must be [?] that got all y'all ga**ed Don't you ever talk of k**ing me, word to Allah I squeeze the burner in your face, 'til it turn into tar, what! [Outro - Styles P] You b**h n***a. The f**'s up, n***a? (Excuse me y'all, had something on my chest that had to get off) I pray too n***a You better pray more than me though motherf**er if you f** with me I try to keep the peace and love but y'all n***as is getting out of character It must be the f**ing d** - smoke weed n***a (what's going on?) Drink... Liquor n***a. (You go to war?) That sh** you're doing is out of character for you, dog You're f**ing with the wrong man I'll look you in your eye, daddy I'll stab you in your f**ing heart, dick Matter of fact I ain't with this sh** dog, see me personally Then we handle it, me and you Face to face, daddy, no teams, nobody there, no police, no witnesses, no cases, none of that You're strong man, and all that, let's do it personally, mano-a-mano Dickhead, never speak my name f*ggot, none of my men's, none of that Come on, player, live this sh** D-BLOCK!