(feat. Styles)

Yeah
L O X nigga
It don t stop
It keep goinand goinand goinand goin
Motherfuckers

Styles Paniro
You heard it from the Pyou oughta know it s the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it s only a rap
Cuz when these bullets hit your ass I m like it s only a gat
I need a funeral to feel goodI m hopin it s yours
Think you deliciousheard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Stylesbitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poorso flip to the bootsstick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to give it a slue
And missin a toothbut both of em chippedtoaster is gripped
You heard about the troubleI start most of the shit
When I squeeze aint no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the P blowin his whis
I m an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crackbust gunspop shitand say I m better than niggas
You think notI ll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper s better why don t you give me his name
So I can run up on himtear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streetsI m the nigga to call
Five eight and three quartersbut I m bigger than y all
If I left the gun homeI ma give you the sword
I m the devil in the fleshI can t give you the Lord
It don t make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the cribyou oughta pray for your wife

CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles
Jadakiss: Uh huhHOLIDAY
Styles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
J: HOLIDAY
S: And I don t care if I selly all know what I sell
J: HOLIDAY
S: I use my left hand when I m loadin the shells
J: HOLIDAY
S: Cuz I know it aint rightthat s why I m blowin a L

Styles Paniro
YoI do it all for my niggaseven rob wit a bomb
Get shotdie in his armand give him my last
It s a million dollar bailI ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it s 88I live in the past
You know the P carry the gunlive in the mask
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapplefifty s of hash
Hundred s of drowear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floorcatch me right next to the dog
I m Holiday Stylesand that s what the weaponry for
And I probably won t blow for the fact that I m hard
But I m good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timersstashin the cards
But jail aint part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale cuz I feel I get further with grams
In my last few barsI run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash em upthe boy mighta went platinum but don t gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don t deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakesI don t make mistakes
Double R now bitch you oughta know I ma ghost
Blow up your faceblow up the cokeand blow up the smoke

CHORUS

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