Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that sh** a hit, that sh** sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo this the Ghost right here my n***a
Damn I missed my n***a call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine
Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you
Jesus Christ boy, one
Yeah, D-Block
Styles P you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go
[Sheek Louch]
You get smacked with the hammer n***a play your position
'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position
[Styles P]
n***a I'll hawk your a**, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
[SL]
I don't know nobody f**in wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus
[SP]
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
Like never part with your gun and stay this cold
[SL]
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather sh**s, you the Michael Jackson glove
[SP]
I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it
I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated
[SL]
We don't reminisce b**h a**, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back
[SP]
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
[Chorus x2]
Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets
Turn the ba** up and try not to f** up your seats
Rock that sh**, every corner, knock that sh**
n***az try to front on us, co*k that sh**
[SL]
I guess I'm gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
[SP]
And n***a I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat co*k, and my blunt lit
[SL]
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek n***a, dare you to speak
[SP]
sh** I got plenty guns
And thugs that'll give a n***a a hug and say they stab anyone
[SL]
You ain't never seen a n***a jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red sh** hangin from his waist
[SP]
n***a I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells
connected
[SL]
Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
[SP]
b**h this is mafia
It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya
[Chorus]
[SL]
Sheek goin broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a n***a with no hands
[SP]
A lot of n***az screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the n***az asleep
[SL]
I'll punch a n***az nose in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you b**h a** n***a
[SP]
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
That's a f**in neck tie
[SL]
We turn b**h n***az skin maroon
Pump turn n***az voices like they hit a helium balloon
[SP]
If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all yall f*ggot n***az die according to Styles
[SL]
What n***a you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody f**in wit Louch and P
[SP]
Yeah n***a that's what's up
D-Block til the d**h motherf**er so our gats is up
[Chorus]