Styles P - For All My n***as lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Scram! Ayy [Verse 1: Styles P & Dave East] Tony Soprano juice, hit 'em, played the block and shot up the canvas too Reppin' for my n***as gone, that's what Phantoms do Get you dead at 25, yeah, that's what cannons do All my n***as animals, got them hood-rats in them cheetah prints I ain't even f**in' her, she just get that heater in Thinkin' 'bout the Aston Martin, I can play Anita in Couple n***as doin' life, I ain't gon' see again Couple n***as owe money, somebody gotta bleed again Styles don't even write his sh**, I pray that I don't see the pen (I pray) Sellin' crack out the same crib that we was sleepin' in (same crib) Dead broke, robbed the DJ 'fore we get the speakers in (c'mere) Chain like Dasani, my pistol match the Armani Tryna stay cool like Ghandi, my schemes be ponzi Same n***a that had Christina Milian in high [?] Cook you n***as over a grill, this sh** Hibachi [Chorus: Styles P & Dave East] For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up) For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up) Cop you designer and stay shopped up (shopped up) Luxury V, stay dropped up (dropped up) For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up) For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up) Cop you designer and stay shopped up (shopped up) Luxury V, we stay dropped up (dropped up) [Verse 2: Styles P & Dave East] Couple homies going to jail Me and East in Philippes, if we say we going to chow I let the sh** ring, my n***a throw in the towel Throw weed in the pipe before I'm going to town I'm not wise enough, have never known an L But I'm smart enough to stay low, always go on the prowl This some grimy sh**, I'm never going to trial Shoot it out with the law, you know I'm goin' Style You've been broke for a minute, ain't got no dough in a while No soda but I've seen fiends leave with coke and a smile Phillippe clothes, f** it, I make 'em open up TAO In love with the 'Rari but honestly the Rover my style (Range) Violatin', think it's funny, watch how go in your smile Lost a lot of homies so my momma just hope that I smile Purple tops, get familiar, I seen that coke in a vial If I was holdin' before, you know I'm holdin' it now [Chorus: Styles P & Dave East] For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up) For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up) Cop you designer and stay shopped up (shopped up) Luxury V, stay dropped up (dropped up) For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up) For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up) Cop you designer and stay shopped up (shopped up) Luxury V, we stay dropped up (dropped up) [Verse 3: Dave East & Styles P] If you don't like me, you don't like me, it's more than enough shots for ya Smack a n***a, he gon' post it or call the cops on you You don't know paranoid 'til somebody got the drop on ya Case don't get dismissed, I know some n***as that shot lawyers And the DA too, come to the credit, ask the plug, I was preapproved Real n***as see the mood Got the strap, say you gon' clap, gotta see it through Live by my word, that's my word, how G are you? [Chorus: Styles P & Dave East] For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up) For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up) Cop you designer and stay shopped up (shopped up) Luxury V, stay dropped up (dropped up) For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up) For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up) Cop you designer and stay shopped up (shopped up) Luxury V, we stay dropped up (dropped up)