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[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
[Interlude - Styles P]
Hold the f** up, it's D-Block, n***a what up?
Y'all faggots want to mention my name?
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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
[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 faggot, none of my men's, none of that
Come on, player, live this sh**
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