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Man I rock the fuck out, though
I don't know about everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gon' take motherfucker Get this straight and fix yo' face I ain't got to sell millions, I'm in the buildings Where papi comin' through with them bricks by 8 Listen cocksucker and clown, I'll be leavin' you cut You're like a dutch, how I'm bustin' you down Niggas drivin' in a circle wit cha hoe in the back 'll be the only damn way I be fuckin' around And I'm aimin' for your waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' the pound And I told you that I'm Holiday Styles, let's celebrate Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you right now And you gon' get popped in the head, true story Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some red Me, I'm on the move only stopping for bread Double R and D-Block nigga, copper and lead, what up Stay in the zone I don't know why the fuck you amped yo Got hoodrat bitches, carryin' birds on the public transpo' Niggas in the hoods that go out like Rambo They hot since 138th had that canceled Young buck, dumb fuck I'm two guns up, "Ryde or Die" 'til the sun's up "Gangsta and a Gentleman" dog, I got class I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in the morgue I'll be down South bendin' a whore, ten in the morn' Dirty on 85 like Jay, Barnes, Sean Paul Beef with New York rappers, I'm killin 'em all On my Slick Rick shit, y'all could "Lick the Balls" I been cool cause these niggas is ass, but fuck that Might as well call me pool cause I'm gettin' splashed And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash, even gettin' the mass While some haze to mix with the hash, what up Pass that blunt nigga! I'm in the hood where the eggs get knocked off Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off Niggas ain't scrappin', they bangin' ya The judge don't need a tree branch when they hangin' ya All y'all fags'll get ate like clams Since this is a "Bloodsport" bitch, you could call me J Van Damme All these so called guerrillas be tellin' How a rat gon' give you "Thoughts of a Predicate Felon," motherfucker Homey what you want, the blade or the slug I'm the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club Bitch nigga, bow your head in the presence of G's Load the lead up and squeeze, I'm a great dane, niggas is fleas Fuckin' rats cant wait to call cops 'Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops J-Hood bitch, my name ring in the ghetto Cause I'm O.G. and I play the streets like a cello |
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| 3:26 |
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{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:] Time I testify, listen Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.? I'm yellow but I'm dark for real And why nobody flip when Martin was killed? Why Mandela did all them years All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears? And I can name thousands more that died in the struggle from Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur That's why I stay influenced to "Kick in the Door" Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that's poor Notice that it's "unity" in "opportunity" Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me Guess they wanna see me park it Lookin at my gun, they wanna see me spark it But I'm the Ghost and if I could vote it would be for Sharpton Yeah~! [Chorus:] [S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality {"Testify!"} [S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality [Talib Kweli:] Yeah, yo, yo We never stop like the news watch Still tryin to fill the void of Biggie and Tupac We on them avenues with the red and the blue tops Dudes hot to shoot cops from the rooftops Too many snitch niggaz TESTIFY Warrior kings sent to the bing and left to die Girls confuse sex with love so they extra dry And got birth control stuck to they necks and thigh Whoa, it ain't a game, they want the blacks all killed off Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk What's ill is y'all niggaz still caught up in them battle raps There's beef in the hood, +Escaladin+ like Cadillacs Monkey on your back livin like a junkie Addicted to a dream, wanna die for your country Tear down the prison walls, set everyone free From freedom fighters to Askari X to Pimp C [Chorus] [Talib Kweli:] Yeah... kids slip in the clip and aim for the fortune cause the fame ain't shit to gain They get stuck on whips and chains, so freedom slip they brain And psychologically that shit's insane Now that's crazy, a function of raisin the crack babies Sell it back to them cats freebasin back in the 80's (C'mon) Disco shit, nigga cock the toast Hi-Tek on the track and we rock with the Ghost [Styles P:] Damn right I make gangster music But I still spit poetry like Langston Hughes did Pressures of the ghetto might make you lose it Grab AK's and go and make the news kid Might lose control, but not my soul Won't sell for the white man to buy me some white gold Sell for the black man, to buy me control P, Tek and Kweli, the shit come from the soul y'know? [Chorus] [scatting to the end] |
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[Havoc:] Yeah! Watup, son?
[Styles:] Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one [Havoc:] Told you I got you my nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz [know why you in that top 5. [Styles:] This is my livin nigga [Havoc:] Why you that nigga. [Styles:] It feel good in here [Havoc:] Yeah! [Verse 1:] Second time around I'ma let the magic shoot This time it's off the Havoc flute yeah I'm a general and criminal yall fags salute I'm in the streets while yall sweet like a bag of fruit And I stick to my timberlands like I'm maganoo Ya man lookin like he want it he can have it to Try to tell these muthafuckas they should do as do does I been smoking haze just as green as the zoo was Sorta like the city of Gods We be screamin out "we gon' make it" but I pity the odds I'm like knock out Ned when I pop out led But I even been around to pass Biggie cigars So I smoked wit a legend, if you took the oath then the ghost is ya bredrin blowin smoke in the seven Or maybe it's the hooptie in these pisshole slums Just tryna kick my piece off of kiko's drums Ya know [Chorus:] [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Smoking, drinking, hustling, thinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Drug spots, projects, Jail cell stinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Whole block run when they see cop lights blinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Benjamins, grants, Washingtons Lincolns [Verse 2:] Die once you live twice die twice you live once Get the shit confused so I'm puffin on the big blunts Kick it wit the kid that be deep in the zone It's the ghost, I got to go to sleep just to get home I'm spiritually outta this world Meet my lyrics on the darkside come back when the dutchie get twirled I'm the alpha and omega of nice I'm the messenger sent by the force at the head of the light But satan's ridin my back in the dead of the night I be doin some crazy shit for some bread and some ice God I'm tryna focus with my third eye lens I smoke haze to see my brother when he blow that wind And I'm a grown man so I know my sins And niggaz don't get the picture so do Kodak win? The shit'sover their head and under their nose Not a star cause I'm a sun when it come to a flow Ya Know [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm a rare individual Represent my team till they put in me in the earth no air in my physical I don't need to dream I live another life when I sleep it's so deep I'ma spare you the visual Far from religious but my heir's name is biblical Stay away from crabs they don't care cause they miserable School lil niggaz You could by diamonds but I could play wit words that's a jewel lil nigga Tongue sharp like a sword I could get ya fam killed just off my word that's the proper Art of War Stay wit the Parker and the Porsche I don't trust a soul cause niggaz threw rocks up at the Lord The cash aint right there the mask is right there Niggaz try P I'ma blast 'em right there You don't want ya right ear next to ya Nike Airs Said I'm from the darkside bringin the light here Wha! [Styles:] Second time around, you know what time it is. It's all lyrics over here nigga. Feel me nigga! And I'm in the hood for real. All day all night shit like that. Yo Hav once again good lookin out for the beat nigga. SP the Ghost, ONE! |
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| 4. |
| 3:32 |
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(feat. Gerald Levert)
[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):] (From the heart) This shit is crazy Storch (From the soul) Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh) I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart) Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well) I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real) So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah) "In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill So should I say hallelujah? Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green Or the root of all evil like your father schooled you? They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me quick Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth That's why I live in a cage nigga Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, shit and I ain't pretendin When a crook get a book with a happy endin Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time Nine milli' have you close to dyin But it's senseless, when I can let loose And just spit a sentence of some absurd shit Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this [Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs] This is the real shit, givin niggaz real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been, this is for real [Styles P:] Die fo' what you believe in Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?} Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical Dawg I decapitate niggaz, I never was yellow But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me And I hit you with some shit that make your life fucked up Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy If God intervene or Christ jump up... what? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P] Shit's close to the end and I ain't a beginner Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that Everybody dinner - this the house of pain Tell everybody in there, I'ma bring it to 'em right Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite Shit is all love, same time it's real too Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P: over Chorus] This is the Ghost nigga, Double R and D-Block Scott Storch, whattup [Gerald Levert:] No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO! You ain't been where I been, no no! No no no no no no no no no nooooooo... [Styles P:] Get high |
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| 3:23 |
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Oh yeah, S.P. the Ghost, I'm back
Y'all know how I do You don't want no problems with me (Ladies!) You see me, leave me alone 'Fore somethin' bad happen, ya know? Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Yeah, I wanna know who got a problem with me I ain't got a model with me, good lookin' hood chick That'll hit you with a bottle for me A couple homies from the hood that know how I do When I move they goin' follow me Yeah, you from D-Block right? Ruff Rydin all night, you outta see my lights Watch the 'gnac get chased by the champagne Mary jane blowin', livin' life in the fast lane Gotta stay fresh, cause I live by my last name, Styles And they ain't make 'em like me in a while Black tie affair, them Airs is crocodile So whoever want a problem I still can stomp you out [Chorus: x2] Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Who want a problem ha, ha? Is it the nigga over there? Yeah look look Neo on the beat, glock in my murder hand Back seat Pakistan, I can just kill a man It's gettin' warm, they home for the summer And left the winter clothes in the dorm I don't want a problem, it's too much flesh out They want me to cock back and blow their chest out See me in the yard with a Newport, stressed out It's too damn hot to walk around here vest out Feel me dog, make money or make a hit Other than that, can't think of shit My son gettin' bigger, it's like every week this lil' nigga His clothes or his Jordan's don't fit, who want a problem? [Chorus] Hey! I'm comin' the 4th quarter So I'ma just give you the summer to tread water Way they wrote it down in the paper it said slaughter Found him in the tub with nothin' but red water But anyway, back on track Honey in the black on black, ass all fat What up ma? You feel like winnin', feel like spinnin'? Lil' Jimmy Chu footwear, antique denim Shh, you do the math to that, six months For these Louis and these jeans is a half a stack What more could you ask than that? Whoever got a problem get all of the desert and half the mac [Chorus] Talk to me! |
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| 3:33 |
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[Styles P:]
Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~! Yeah... [Rashad (Styles P):] Heyyyy-yayyyyy You're the one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that's what it feels like) You're my favorite drug (you're my favorite drug) [Styles P:] You're my favorite drug, amazin love Cause you never, tell your friends where David was Got a blunt blaze it up, we can get a room in the Trump That's the one with our favorite tub Damn you fly, why lie when I get high All I do is think about how I'ma ride them thighs I ain't never been one to make no girly songs But I'll be up in this chick 'til the early morn' Mighta came with some Temples but those Shirleys gone She laughin makin a joke she gon' sell out porns Got me head over heels, puffin on a dutch Thinkin to myself, might spread some bread for some wheels I might be wrong, but honey is right Got to have my back strong when I come for the night Her "Milkshake" bring my ass to the yard and we don't care if we do it in the telly or the back of the car, what? [Chorus: Rashad] You're my favorite drug, get me high Like the skies above, yeah Feels like I'm in love, I'm so high You're my favorite drug [Styles P:] Stoned as usual; pickin up my chick We gon' bone as usual; she been talkin shit on the phone as usual - pull up on the block in somethin real nice on chrome as usual Either one of us don't care where we headed Park the truck, get a dutch, watch "American Wedding" I like her cause she cool, graduated school Got a mean stick in pool Cut a nigga quicker than me she a fool When everybody flip she was still playin rules She the shit like some stools I'm open like the windows is Everytime we have sex I'm in limbo kid And she make me stop quicker than my brimbles did So no longer do I care where the fuck them other bimbos is She's my favorite drug, the shit so serious Me, her and purple, point black period [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P:] Me and her been doin it far too much 'Til the 55 box of cigars is up Right before checkout time is the hardest nut The valet call the room and say the cars is up A dutch and a shot, that's what P thing is Then I be all up in that ass like them G strings is She is my favorite drug, so is the purple So I get 'em both together then I blaze 'em up [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Rashad:] Drug.. drug.. drug.. Only one I want in my life Only one I want in my LIFE~! Ohhhhh-hoooo, yeah-yeahhhhh Drug.. drug.. drug.. [fades] |
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| 4:10 |
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What up Jon (testing one, two, three)
What up Kon (convict music) Let's go (can you believe it?) Fresh white tee (fresh) Fresh car walls (fresh) Summertime hood niggas look like stars (look like stars) Jewelery drip, fresh white airs (fresh white airs) Mummy shake it up keep your ass right there (oh can you believe it?) My man got liquor and my cups right here (i got my cup) I can smell smoke pass the dutch right here (pass that dutch) Nigga pass that, Capri pants with the waist cut off I wanna smash that (oh can you believe it?) Party ran pack, mingling baby And I can LL shake, you jingling baby Back your ass up, I'm a start tingling baby We can have more fun if wiggling baby (yea can you believe it?) P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it Nigga don't cuff it if you ain't in love with it Matter fact let the grub get it Please don't hate cause at least you can say you was with it [Chorus] Can you believe it? Get a break and get off the streets Clear my mind from the shit I see In a world full of smoke Contact from the weed That's when it really bond on me I'm a be here for life I ain't never gonna leave The ghetto is all that I know It's just another day in the hood my nigga playing back trying get this dough Yellin' out oh All up in the club and you know how we roll Squad deep like oh Bad little bitches with their booty on score trying to beat like, oh Know your ass feel it cause its outta control Let me hear you say oh Let me hear you say oh oh Can you believe it? Big ass truck (big new truck), brand new rims Tank top Yankee (tank top Yankee), tanned out Tim's Bracelet, chain, fronts bob thin (fronts bob thin) New tattoos, new black shoes (hey can you believe it?) Gucci, Ermays, do that too (do that too) Wanna feel the breeze get a new black coupe Nigga drop the top, come through the hood Put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot (oh oh oh can you believe it?) Lending outfits all on the bus (all of us on the bus) cause none of us could See a summer without trips (none of us can see it) Mad hoops so the little boys might bark at you but they all act good At the hood barbecue [Chorus] Basketball tournaments, pit bull pups Ladies in the club poring Chris in cups Niggas in the jail calling home on the phone (they locked up) But you still trying to act like aint shit enough (and now can you believe it?) Mad sieves in the park, mad fights in the park Niggas talk how they run every night from the narcs Aside from the light to the dark (light to the dark) Then the dark to the light I wanna smoke but I could search for my life Can you believe it? I done spent ten again Watching her bend again, dancing for many men Tell me have ever though about getting in (have you ever thought) A room full of convicts and D Block militants (D block militants) We'll show you the time of your life (time of your life) You can occupy my passenger side (come on girl) Introduce you to the street life Watch you fall in love after just one night Oh all up in the club and you know how we roll, squad deep like Oh Bad little bitches with their booty on score trying to beat like oh Know your ass feel it cause its outta control Let me hear you say oh, let me hear you say oh oh Can you believe It? Can you believe It? (Can you believe It?) Lil Jon, Akon, S.P. the ghost Feel what we trying to do (Can you believe It?) Can you believe It? |
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{Jagged Edge:}
Baby, you you.. [Chorus: Jagged Edge] If it's so good, why you kick it like that You be calling me when your man's in the back When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me If it's so good, why you kick it like that You be calling me while your man's in the back When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me Rider like me [Styles P:] Listen ma, I'm far from a pimp But we can do the thang cause the car got tints My love's like a jungle, hop around like some chimps Or we can do the thang 'til the stick go limp Your man's a wimp like Frankie said I'm in the white tee gang and I'm a Yankee head This my sophomore solo album I'ma take a lot of shots and not for no photo album Come through in the Polo outfit Ryde or Die, two guns up, who I roll out with Keep talkin to me you gon' end up spouseless Keep hearin you're jackassin who you out with [Chorus] {Styles P:} Tell your man he can meet the pump I'm at the double-oh suites of Trump, for at least a month Got a whole lot of liquor and some reefer blunts I'm on the laid back tip, I don't need to front Tell your man he don't want no problems Better let him know that I'm hard like J.E. album I'm just tryin to fall back, get me some revenue But I'ma make you feel like you walked out of heaven too Ride like the down South Caddies, listen He might be yo' man, but I'm yo' daddy Call me from the back cause you want me badly Ask me to scoop you and I do that gladly [Chorus] [Interlude: Jagged Edge] If it's so good, girl Why you kick it like that, girl Callin me from the back, and My niggaz don't know how to act, and And if it's all hood, babe Why you lookin so sad, babe Always gettin mad at me My niggaz don't know how to act, no-HOHHH~! [Styles P:] You can say she's sorta like my Wednesday lover We in the Benz if he find out he probably plug us I don't wanna ride on him, just came home Matter of fact I'm tryin to hide on him, get in that dome She wanna call from the back, knowin I don't know how to act I don't got a problem blowin the mac But I'd rather play the bed with her legs in the vertical Knockin Jagged Edge, Porsche Turbo convertible We can leave New York, skip to the A-Town Five star suite, hit me off with the hay now I'm just tryin to stay low, ma you feel me? I don't need no jealous dudes tryin to peel me [Chorus] [Outro: Jagged Edge] No, it's it's so good Hey yeah, yeah yeahhhh While your man is in the back Mmm-mmmmmm Yeah-heyyy, oooh... |
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| 3:46 |
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(I'm Black)
Whether I'm poor or rich, or rich or poor Though its all the same shit (I'm Black) Even though my skins kind of light That means my ancestors was raped by somebody white (I'm Black) So I like to sing dance and crack jokes Eat good food and be around black folks (I'm Black) Sort of like the Holys on Sundays Drink all night and still go to work monday (I'm Black) So I like the kids looking real nice 'cause I've been poor and I know what it feels like (I'm Black) And I'ma say it loud like James Brown People be proud 'cause we all up in the game now (I'm Black) And I'ma hold my right fist real high Might see my man and we might get real high (I'm Black) And I know it, and I aint afraid to show it (I'm Black) And I'm the genius in the motherf**kin Poet You know it (Ohh Ohhh) Chorus (Floetry) So proud to be just who I'am So proud to say that I'm me... So proud to be just who I'am So proud to be so free (I'm Black) So proud to say that I made it (I'm Black) The one who struggled in the hatred (I'm Black) And I'm not afraid to say it (I'm Black..'cause I know I'm Sinking) (I'm Black) So I gotta heart full of bravery Do for my peoplez that went through Slavery (I'm Black) So you know I'm young in the sports Nintey percent chanced I get hunged in the Court (I'm Black) Don't you be scared of me Mister 'cause you don't really seem to be scared of my sister (I'm Black) And I can ride first class too Or buy an exotic car and like murk past you (I'm Black) And I don't need a tan in the winter Mind strong and powerful now a cypher can't enter (I'm Black) And I don't need jewelry to shine Look in my skin color is like the jewelry is blind (I'm Black) They focus on the negative attention Do something positive, and never get mentioned (I'm Black) Listen it's a fact, original man I wouldn't change it if I could and thats that Chorus(Floetry) So proud to be just who I'am So proud to say that I'm me... So proud to be just who I'am So proud to be so free (I'm Black) So proud to say that I made it (I'm Black) The one who struggled in the hatred (I'm Black) And I'm not afraid to say it (I'm Black) (I'm Black...I'm Black...Ohh...Yeah...Yeah) (I'm Black) Even with a caramel complextion Look in the mirror see Malcolm and Martin reflection (I'm Black) Just like the PANTHERS, looking for an answer It's prejudice shit is like a cancer (I'm Black) Look in my eyes the wall can't get pulled over Look in my cars and stay gettin pulled over (I'm Black) Me the public enemies number one Government looking in the hood sending in the gun (I'm Black) I grew up off the good time show Drink liquor smoke weed and let the good times roll (I'm Black) I live for my wife and my seeds And my mom with a bond only God can acceed (I'm Black) I got to show my homeboys love First thing you learnt in the hood is homeboy love (I'm Black) And I'm mad if I ain't nuthin else (I'm Black) I'm beautiful and I love myself (Say together) YEAH! (Love myself...Ohh yeah) Chorus(Floetry) So proud to be just who I'am So proud to say that I'm me... So proud to be just who I'am So proud to be so free (I'm Black) So proud to say that I made it (I'm Black) The one who struggled in the hatred (I'm Black) And I'm not afraid to say it (I'm Black) (I'm Black...I'm Black...Yeah) |
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| 3:26 |
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Styles P:]
Ghost Vinny Idol nigga YEAH~! Flipsyde [Flipsyde (Styles P):] And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn..) Burn one down (this song.. the fuck..) And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN.. YEAH!) Burn one down [Styles P:] I don't care if it's a blunt or a mic right If it's daytime I'm lookin forward to night lights Real street cat, but you know that I'm nice right And I ain't got to cram, but in a minute I might write And I don't want that, I want somethin that burn long A lot of money and a long career that could earn strong Burn one down this time with the Flipsyde Burn one down for the homies with sick rides Burn one down; I'm the one that put the fire on the track I'm the +Ghost+, so I got the hood, +ridin+ on my back Ain't no front door, I'm the one slidin through the back You want heat? I'm the one that's providin you with that What? Nigga [Chorus: Flipsyde (Styles P)] And I'm gonna burn one down (Set or strip, it's money to get, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Dutch or wood, club or hood, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Mic on rapid, know what I'm after, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Crew or click, wheover you get, nigga) Burn one down [Styles P:] Third one down; if you in the top five rappers then you should be a concerned one now I take anybody, one turn, one round Just to get the crown, keep your round on the ground None of y'all is big, not to be funny but none of y'all is Big, keep talkin that king shit none of y'all can live, cause I be on the streets where none of y'all is, it's funny y'all is talkin 'bout how much money y'all get But I'm 'bout to show the game how cruddy I get Burn one down like a log in the fireplace Whoever think they're the king well come along and try the ace Yeah, nigga~! [Chorus] [Styles P:] Burn an MC like an arsonist Tell him I'm the hardest in the game when he market it Seven-six-oh, L.I. and it's carpeted Five blunts rolled right up where the locket is, YEAH Is that so ill, I spit like the flames out the back of the Batmobile; yeah I rap but you gon' be a rat fo' real, D-Block Double R nigga clap yo' steel Burn one down, in a dutch or a wood or a Swisher Sweet If it's goin down watch the whole hood lift the heat And I'ma blow cause it's my turn now Pass the dutch motherfucker, I'ma burn one down Yeah! [Chorus] |
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| 3:47 |
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[Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like, "What the fuck? Nigga you worse than me" Nigga, don't listen to the message Listen to the message A message to my son, it's times in my life Where I stood around to fight when it was better off to run A message to my daughter, daddy ain't make you But sometimes in life blood ain't thicker than water A message to my wife, I gotta say I love you And thank you for makin shit better in my life A message to my moms, don't worry about your kids Cause love is always love when we in God's arms A message to my pops, my head's on my shoulders And I'm takin care of family and never will it stop A message to my sister, your big brother got you But never in life let a coward nigga twist you A message to my niggaz, when it comes to the hood Who the fuck in the world could do it better than my niggaz A message to my group, we got it we made it Cause nobody in the world sound better in the booth [Chorus:] [BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now [BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message I don't pick up, just leave me a message - it's on right now [BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now [BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message I don't pick up, just leave me a message [Styles P:] A message to the jail, I don't really write Cause it's hard for me to say keep your head up through the mail A message to the poor, stressin the life What we don't get now we get in the second life A message to the kids, stick to your school Cause if you fuck with the streets that's jail or a bid A message to the wild, you should calm down Cause everybody rattin and you probably blow trial A message to the ladies, depend on yourself So if daddy walk out you take care of the baby A message to the rich, you should spread love 'Fore niggaz like me go ahead and spread clips A message to the hood, shit is bad now But we gon' be aight, cause it's soon to be good A message to the world, I don't give a FUCK P smoke 'til he he and he drink 'til he earl [Chorus] [Styles P:] Many ways they can send you a message, like a word from the wise Or a 45 that send you to heaven Some'll throw you a look, others a book Like the king gettin killed by the rook, straight-forward Some'll grab they soul when they feel like the Lord's callin Some see it before it come My nigga, one is all and all is one I wanna see us all rich before all this done But it's really God call cause we all his sons Some I'ma play my role, hope God save my soul Let me slide for them sins I owe Pain and more pain's the only change I know Brain stay in the frame, I'm in the game I blow Either my watch broke or my lame-ass slow But I'ma count my blessings 'til I get to the essence It's all good just send me a message, what? [Chorus] [Styles P:] A message to the jail A message to the poor A message to the kids A message to the wild A message to the ladies A message to the rich... [fades] |
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