[styles p]
holiday styles
bitch, i get you shot in the head or shot in the neck
if i ainand't gettin proper respect
i donand't care if you rap, i still spit in your grill
i donand't give a fuck, never have, never will
if it ainand't on your hip, then youand're lookin to die
i ainand't tryin to be the nigga thatand's gonna look at the sky
ask god why iand'm broke, bitch, iand'm cooking the pie
we all gonand' die, sooner or later, matter of time
my niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes
hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble
brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble
i put sixteen above ya neck, i love my set
niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
cause the p gonna squeeze and'til no slugs is left (what)
you know iand'm good with a hundred of and'dro, gun and an o
you think your shit butter? hop in front of this toast
[sheik]
yo, aiyyo, aiyyo
i say what i want, fuck what yand'all think is cool
and i hate cops, cause most yand'all was dicks in school
no pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the god
play sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard
my dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
what yand'all make in a year, i kick that for a song
check my car, i donand't care, i donand't play fair
keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair
and it donand't buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
iand'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
small yell when i rap, iand'm basically talkin to you
you see the pain in my eye? nigga, the flame in my eye?
iand'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when i die
from rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
iand'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through, what?
[jadakiss]
yo, yo, yo, yo
all i need is a big gun and a coupe thatand's crazy quick
a nice house with five rooms, maybe six
a town where money is coming, eighty bricks
break and'em down to all twenties, is 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 donand't help the streets
yand'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 myself, itand'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 burners, even snub glocks (uh)
nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)
find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)
itand's jada (mwwaa) responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
uh
[drag-on]
creep through the streets
for some of yand'all rappers, thatand's mighty hard
me the security? protectin my body? i let my shotty guard
put chill pills in brains, bullets like tylenol
make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em noddin off
and take casket naps, fuck that
you shoulda never let this bastard rap
all i know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
no parents, tale from my horrorand's no morals
raised in the wrong era, with no guidance
so you dyin? itand's no problem, no lyin
dragand's fire; so ya hamburger beef? i french-fry and'em
drag done ate your food
like i know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
drag barrels, but shit, i spit-bubble your skin up
drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season and'em well
i donand't brag i let the streets tell
poand'-poand' now you see he fell
[dmx (overlapping last line)]
uh, uh, now you motherfuckers
know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
yand'all bitches fear it cause you weak
you wanna hear it? i make it speak (what?)
you ainand't ever bust a gun, but thereand's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
what the science behind that son? (i donand't know)
a lot of easy walkin
i bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)
ainand't tryin to talk about what i got now, but i got now (what?)
i ainand't never sold a brick, i done stuck niggaz up (cand'mon)
and for talkin too much shit? i done fucked niggaz up (uh)
it can get andquot;darkandquot; for real, and i think you already know that (uh-huh)
well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
now donand't act, cause actin might get you rollin
with what you ainand't ready to handle (uhh)
all thatand's left of your memory, is a candle (woo!)
it happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
talkin reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
from the rap shit to the street shit, i keep shit tight
let them cats spit that weak shit (what!)
iand'm dog for life! nigga!
[styles] [sheek]
they gonand' need extra guns and extra blocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gonand' need extra jails and extra cops
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gonand' need extra pits and extra glocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gonand' need extra chains and extra watches
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
They gonand' need extra guns and extra blocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gonand' need extra jails and extra cops
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gonand' need extra pits and extra glocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gonand' need extra chains and extra watches
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde
