[gunshot] {Forget about it Mario!}
[Styles P:]
Better let these lil' n***as know
_Time is Money_, I'm back
You want beef anybody just call my name
In the streets S.P. in the hall of fame
Been the hardest n***a out mad years in a row
Tell your b**h you ain't a pimp, you really a hoe
It's funny how you bluffin them s**ers
Only time S.P. is with the cops is in cuffs muh'f**ers
And you should listen up the first moment I spoke
Act up and get shot through your clothing or coat
And now that we back to the hoodies
Extra clips in the footies, have n***as lookin “Damn how could he?”
Leave them n***as lookin like that
And they ain't no gangsters, they ain't in Queens or Brooklyn like that
Heard n***as made it big time, no lookin back
Me I'm in the streets of Y.O
You would think I'm f**ed up too how I creep and ride slow
Then I hit Harlem and the Heights
Got a play dyke before the night (whattup dogs)
White M-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight)
I ain't scared of sh** b**h this is my life – get it?
If a n***a steal my chain I feel his pain
But I'ma peel the whole block 'til they squeal his name
S.P. don't play that sh**
Ask your boss to try me, you won't okay that sh**
n***as say it's your girl I lay that b**h
Headcracks since we been layin on ADAT b**h
Lil' n***a I been O.G
I go broke in New York I got cash in a crib OT
And I'ma bring the pain like a toothache
Last thing I saw was his boot shake, I'm makin the roof break
I get up in your mouth like toothpaste
I'm dark like Batman, this big gun is makin you Two Face
Get it? Motherf**er