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Verse 1
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Shhh (Two guns up mothafucka, Two guns up mothafucka (overlap))
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Real shit...Styles P Shit..
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If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit niggas
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Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
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So ya homies got something to pour
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That's that old school shit
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I aint tryin' to put you under the floor
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I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds
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and I heard you say you rich
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so you can't get lower than Styles
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kill everybody dead just so noone can smile
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play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while
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biget i rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga
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was shoot shit i'm tellin' the truth
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If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
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My niggas hustle from first to first
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Twelve months in a year
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Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
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Pat in your sock, Trade at the back of the block
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With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark
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We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
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While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick
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That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
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Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a shift
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Holidy Styles, nigga I aint nothin' but streets
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Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet
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And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat
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To show niggas that I'm nice and they aint fuckin' wit me
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Chorus
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Felony Niggas
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Cop Cock Heavily Niggas
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That'd arm rob seventy niggas
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You know
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Murderin' niggas
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You want doe, they servin' you niggas
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Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on niggas
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You know
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Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe
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Verse 2
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All I know is drugs and guns
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and plenty of weed
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and that bitch that suck dick
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and niggas that bleed
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and if you're rich before you go
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get a watch and a drop
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you better hit the court house
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and better bail out the block
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if your son aint worth shit
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niggas'll smuggle your daughter
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I come through in a Porshe
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The same color as water
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I got weight, what you want
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I can cover the order
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They call me Boss when I cross the border
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Six shot "caught her?"
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I hear niggas say my face is screwed
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But I'll put six in your stomach nigga
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lace your food
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Scream "Fuck Every Rapper" that hate that I'm rude
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But that's that SP shit, you can take it or move
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We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed
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There's only six nice rappers
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If you wanna be real
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Niggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit
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That where they're from shit
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All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
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Just another dumb bitch
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Go to church to get the holy ghost
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I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
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Look at the world through a niggas eyes
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Dont be a bitch, you gonna live and die
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Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by
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I pray to god that we make it to heaven
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But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven
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You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck
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And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
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But since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin'
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You aint hear from Holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin'
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You know..cocksucker..
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Chorus (2x)
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(skit)
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Felony Niggas
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The L.O.X. |