Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah this P
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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, lets get em, lets go
You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position
fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position
Nigga Ill hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards cant walk my path
I dont know nobody fuckin wit us
I aint Gerome Bettis but if I hit you its gon feel like the bus
And you couldnt live this life and play this role
Like never part with your gun and stay this cold
Yo we in the streets where its nothin but love
Im them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
Im in the hood cause Im dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it
Im Holiday so Im celebrated
We dont reminisce bitch ass, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit
I guess Im gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
And nigga Im from D-Block, Im on 3-5-4
I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
Shit I got plenty guns
And thugs thatll give a nigga a hug and say they stab anyone
You aint never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist
Nigga Im well connected
By the time you hear this Ill be in jail but I probly got two cells
connected
Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you its not baptism
Bitch this is mafia
It wont stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya
Sheek goin broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands
A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but Im feelin they sheep
I wont be happy til the niggaz asleep
Ill punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
Thats a fuckin neck tie
We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon
Pump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon
If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles
What nigga you could get it for free
Put your money up, aint nobody fuckin wit Louch and P
Yeah nigga thats whats up
D-Block til the death motherfucker so our gats is up
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