[Styles P]
Holiday Styles
BitchI get you shot in the head or shot in the neck
if I ain t gettin proper respect
I don t care if you rapI still spit in your grill
I don t give a fucknever havenever will
If it ain t on your hipthen you re lookin to die
I ain t tryin to be the nigga that s gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I m brokebitchI m cooking the pie
We all gon diesooner or latermatter of time
My niggaz sell crackwith a package of dimes
Hundred or morein front of the storewaitin to bubble
Brand new nineand an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neckI love my set
Niggaz think they a thugthen thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna squeeze til no slugs is left (what)
You know I m good with a hundred of drogun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast
[Sheik]
Yoaiyyoaiyyo
I say what I wantfuck what y all think is cool
And I hate copscause most y all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yardbut that shit too hard
My dough too longnowadaysmy flow too strong
What y all make in a yearI kick that for a song
Check my carI don t careI don t play fair
Keep some shit in the stash boxthen get me the chair
And it don t buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I m a true thug niggabring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rapI m basically talkin to you
You see the pain in my eye? Niggathe flame in my eye?
I m tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when I die
from rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
I m that hunt down niggawith the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go throughWHAT?

[Jadakiss]
Yoyoyoyo
All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that s crazy quick
A nice house with five roomsmaybe six
A town where money is comingeighty bricks
Break em down to all twentiesis a crazy flip
Bet you never even felt the heat
til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz; niggaz don t help the streets
Y all use beats for help; we help the beats
Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myselfit s a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burnerseven snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)
Find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)
It s Jada (mwwaa) responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

[Drag-On]
Creep through the streets
For some of y all rappersthat s mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brainsbullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood lossgot em noddin off
And take casket napsfuck that
You shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winterhot slugs through your snorkel
No parentstale from my horror s no morals
Raised in the wrong erawith no guidance
So you dyin? It s no problemno lyin
Drag s fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry em
Drag done ate your food
Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrelsbut shitI spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season em well
I don t brag I let the streets tell
Po -po now you see he fell

[DMX (overlapping last line)]
Uhuhnow you motherfuckers
know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y all bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?)
You ain t ever bust a gunbut there s a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind that son? (I don t know)
A lot of easy walkin
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)
Ain t tryin to talk about what I got nowbut I got now (WHAT?)
I ain t never sold a brickI done stuck niggaz up (c mon)
And for talkin too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for realand I think you already know that (uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don t actcause actin might get you rollin
with what you ain t ready to handle (UHH)
All that s left of your memoryis a candle (WOO!)
It happens quick fast niggato bitch ass niggaz
Talkin reckless behind your backthem kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shitI keep shit tight
Let them cats spit that weak shit (What!)
I m DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

[Styles] [Sheek]
They gon need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff RydeRuff RydeRuff Ryde)
They gon need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff RydeRuff RydeRuff Ryde)
They gon need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff RydeRuff RydeRuff Ryde)
They gon need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff RydeRuff RydeRuff Ryde)

They gon need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff RydeRuff RydeRuff Ryde)
They gon need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff RydeRuff RydeRuff Ryde)
They gon need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff RydeRuff RydeRuff Ryde)
They gon need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff RydeRuff RydeRuff Ryde)

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