Styles P - Freestyle #4 lyrics

{I told myself forget about it, Mario - take it easy!} [Styles P] Yeah, whattup three times? _Time is Money_ n***as Truly believe that Play your feet, no sleep lil' n***a don't lie down It's real when the beef don't die down Me I gotta eat, I keep the heat, so picture me high clown I don't give a f**, ride later or ride now - keep it on the waist Let a n***a jump, I'll have him leakin from the face And put a beatin on the case n***as in the hood might hate me But they don't try sh** cause them 38's ain't got no safeties S dot, P dot, D-Block Dolo at the juice bar, weed spot, came with the heat co*ked Seat low, black Crown Vic', let the beat knock Deep thoughts, ride through New York, who got the streets locked You can tell your man I'll smoke ya Rap's Alejandro Sosa, hang you from the helicopter Hoppin in the Yukon with the tanned out sofas I only eat seafood And when I look at these rappers I see seafood I heard y'all don't give a f** n***as, me too We can meet up the bill, matter fact we can meet up to k** And to n***as from crosstown we can meet up the hill Second album is comin I'm expectin the hate But I'm the same S.P. so the weapons is placed And I don't press charges I'm the type of n***a that'll hop out the garbage Dressed in camouflage like I came out the forest Four in the Taurus Cause everybody singin like the court need a chorus I'm tired of the games, blowin n***as brains out the frame Point blank put it short get a florist, what?