Styles P - The MC lyrics

[Styles P] Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent That's what KRS said The Ghost n***a, time is money Double R, D-Block Poobs let's go If it's beef better move on n***a Or get shot in the head Or trucked over by the Yukon n***a (trucked over) Touch me, lose two arms n***a You might think you hot You dead wrong, you just lukewarm n***a I'm colder than the ice in the freezer Butcher knife slicin' your caesar 44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia Late night I'm pipin' a diva All my n***as hyper and eager In case I miss the hit, the sniper'll leave ya This case it's better to give than be the receiver In the M-6 blowin' the weed up Comin' through the hood makin' sure that it's G'd up I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I re'd-up My rap is like coke so my sh** stay key'd up Y'all lil n***as new to the slums I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun Ask the streets who can spit a iller fluid than son Shiiieet, nobody right? (Nobody) k** you, you a n***a nobody like f** with me if you lookin' for the rowdy type I get it buzzin' with cousin Six dozen bullets skippin' in the Audi, right This is Styles n***a I keep it comin' like gunshots And you ain't said nothin' in a while n***a You ain't said nothing, what!? Motherf**er Time is money n***a That's all I'mma say, Poobs we f**in' out See you at the finish line, 1