Styles P - Nice lyrics

[Sample] “Nice” [Intro: Styles P] Yeah Premo what up baby Pitch Black, what up baby This is for hoods everywhere Hood n***as like it pitch black I mean that's just how I see it Know what I'm saying? From YO to BK Let's go [Verse 1: Styles P] It's Mr. Pinero, Premo and Pitch Black We ain't come here for the chit-chat The sh** got a hell of a kickback I don't give a f**, so your face like a dutch, I'ma go ahead and split that n***as in the top 5, f** is the list at? Everybody die where they're popping the Cris at 2005, gun in your mouth Brain on your wall, you're tryna get louder than I Ghost smoke, I'm responsible for clouds in the sky And you couldn't find a n***a that's wilder than I The hook the same color as sh**, n***a Run up and hit n***as, Good bless whoever you're with, n***a Somebody gon' break down and cry When they look at your face, how the four bullets break down your eye I'm from the place where you fake got to die sh** real when they catch you at the wheel and blow your face out your ride If you forgot my name or my style I'm the Ghost with the hornet flow with the corner smile And the piece of sh** car, with two 45's ‘Bout to rob everything, I'll be gone for a while They ain't let you know I'm a grind ball whenever the time calls I find y'all, I'm taking your spine off Let's be serious, dead serious If you're with the cops, how you're letting your nine off? n***a [Hook: Scratches by DJ Premier] “Let me put you on something” “You ain't real” “Know that we can go shot for shot Verse for verse, worst gets worse, I'll put you in a hearse” “Just mad you will never be as nice as I am” “Let me put you on something” “You ain't real” “Know that we can go shot for shot Verse for verse, worst gets worse” [Verse 2: Zakee] In the pool full of sharks, I'm a synchronized swimmer I know when to drive and when to come up for air, I'm a winner Spin heavy rotation for the gangster nation Got no time for wa*ksters and [?] If this is Hell, let me get my mail And skip like bail before I tip my scale See me, I'm a [?], so I can run fast But I arch to let this gun blast ‘til your lungs crash Which part of the God do you really want a part of? The archer, the doctor, the father, or the martyr? A wise man told me, “n***as in the streets don't think So think for ‘em, think harder, think smarter” Leeches drink blood, dirty birds drink mud Bum n***as drink suds, while studs drink water Rewind this a few times and figure it out If not, you might die with your dick in your mouth co*ks**er [Hook] [Verse 3: G.O.D.] Man, I can't stop this reign, I got to take the pain And go against the grain ‘cause I'm a real man ‘Til I sleep in the grave, I got the blood of a slave That's running deep in my veins and I'ma do the [?] Think like a rebel, God and the Devil Pulling at me from both sides and torn down the middle I spit fire ‘til your block sizzle If I don't dig you, we gon' have a head on collision within the riddle Gangsters respect silence, and the Gods respect science But everybody respect violence Sad game, we all tryna win it Streets a dead end but we fall in love with it And you could live and die in a New York minute For entering the forbidden, you slept where you sh**ted, n***a And life is only three guarantees Taxes, d**h, and G.O.D [Outro: G.O.D.] Yeah Ha ha ha Good looking Styles Premo My n***a We gon' take this one from the block to the board room You know Pitch Black sh**, n***a