[Styles P]

Holiday Styles

Bitch, I Get You Shot In The Head Or Shot In The Neck

If I Ain't Gettin Proper Respect

I Don't Care If You Rap, I Still Spit In Your Grill

I Don't Give A Fuck, Never Have, Never Will

If It Ain't On Your Hip, Then You're Lookin To Die

I Ain't Tryin To Be The Nigga That's Gonna Look At The Sky

Ask God Why I'm Broke, Bitch, I'm Cooking The Pie

We All Gon' 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 'til No Slugs Is Left (what)

You Know I'm Good With A Hundred Of '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 Y'all Think Is Cool

And I Hate Cops, Cause Most Y'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 Y'all Make In A Year, I Kick That For A Song

Check My Car, I Don't Care, I Don't Play Fair

Keep Some Shit In The Stash Box, Then Get Me The Chair

And It Don't Buck Shot And The Blast Is Hard To Hear

I'm A True Thug Nigga, Bring It Straight To Your Crew

Small Yell When I Rap, I'm Basically Talkin To You

You See The Pain In My Eye? Nigga, The Flame In My Eye?

I'm Tryin To Leave My Kids Some Real Fuckin Change When I Die

From Rappin Or Tellin Some Cat To Reach For The Sky

I'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 That's Crazy Quick

A Nice House With Five Rooms, Maybe Six

A Town Where Money Is Coming, Eighty Bricks

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