Yeah L o x nigga It dont stop It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin Motherfuckers [styles paniro] You heard it from the p, you oughta know its the truth I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof You could nod your head to this like its only a rap Cuz when these bullets hit your ass Im like its only a gat I need a funeral to feel good, Im hopin its yours Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross Holiday styles, bitch I broke most of the laws Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth Do anything it takes just to give it a slue And missin a tooth, but both of em chipped, toaster is gripped You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit When I squeeze aint no controllin the wrist And niggas leave the room when the hear the p blowin his whis Im an ignorant and negative nigga I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say Im better than niggas You think not, Ill look at your man and level a nigga If you think a rappers better why dont you give me his name So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame When it comes to the streets, Im the nigga to call Five eight and three quarters, but Im bigger than yall If I left the gun home, ima give you the sword Im the devil in the flesh, I cant give you the lord It dont make no sense for you to pray for your life I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife [chorus: jadakiss and styles] [jadakiss:] uh huh, holiday [styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell [j:] holiday [s:] and I dont care if I sell, yall know what I sell [j:] holiday [s:] I use my left hand when Im loadin the shells [j:] holiday [s:] cuz I know it aint right, thats why Im blowin a l [styles paniro] Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a bomb Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last Its a million dollar bail, ima get it in cash I sell crack like its 88, I live in the past You know the p carry the gun, live in the mask Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash I like malibu and pineapple, fiftys of hash Hundreds of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog Im holiday styles, and thats what the weaponry for And I probably wont blow for the fact that Im hard But Im good with ten million in the back of the car Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards But jail aint part of the plans I keep weight on the scale cuz I feel I get further with grams In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars And crash em up, the boy mighta went platinum but dont gas him up I get his length and his width and get his casket cut I dont deal with the snakes and fakes But I deal with the comas and wakes, I dont make mistakes Double r now bitch you oughta know ima ghost Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke [chorus]
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