Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Styles, artist - Styles. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Styles |
| Yeah, Holiday, Gary |
| I don’t want y’all to compare me to niggas no more |
| Unless they got a case pending |
| Unless they poke somethin up Unless they keepin it real gutter, y’know |
| SP I’m the closest thing to poison it is you think you hot, I’ma boil your kid |
| you think you cool, I’ma throw you in the river wit some cement shoes |
| you could sleep with the fishes |
| Niggas actin funny so I gotta keep it movin I dont speak to the bitches |
| We could handle this like gangstas |
| Dog, I’ll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker |
| That money get dropped off, so do he |
| Right off the booth of his mama’building |
| Feel the drama building |
| Told y’all niggas don’t fuck wit P I said fuck rap and a verse |
| I get down like the bishops, wit the way you clap at the hearse |
| I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of verc |
| I’m in the shottie of the Cadillac |
| wit niggas that’ll take twenty a body, the shottie will handle that |
| Styles |
| Paniro the most, you hearin the Ghost |
| Styles |
| Holiday shit, it’s robbery shit |
| Nigga talkin funny then body the kid, let’s go Styles |
| Mafia boss, rockin the corpse |
| Styles |
| Pullin the three, cockin the four |
| Styles |
| We’re closin the windows and lockin the doors |
| You could die today |
| Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy the option is yours, c’mon |
| I smoke weed cuz the future is grim |
| I’m knockin this ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz |
| my lil man been runnin since the shootin begin |
| y’all niggas talk about cases of Crist' |
| I talk about cases where niggas get life of the shit |
| and your girl visit two years, mom come forever |
| but near one of your mans aint right wit his shit |
| but like corn I’ma flip, smokin weed influenced by the fix |
| and old timers with the toolies by the hips |
| So come and creep wit me and I aint lyin when I tell these motherfuckers |
| that I got the streets in me one felony, wit two cases beat |
| so be about your business when you come and beef wit me I got coke for sale and I got dope for sale |
| if you wanna cop some work you oughta come and speak wit me |
| Y’all niggas know my name, but you don’t know my style |
| What make it all ironic is the shit is the same |
| Keep a milli in the coat, puffin on the chronic |
| in the hood wit my niggas that’s distributin 'caine |
| If your man get bodied, number one rule is you body somethin back |
| then live with the pain |
| young guns of this shit, so when I get hit |
| I’ma yell Sheek and 'Kiss let’s finish the game |
| I got discipline and dedication |
| I’m the boss of the S N F, that’s the Shootin Niggas Federation |
| Light a blunt and get cloudy wit me Go get your gun and get rowdy wit me It’s a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the four |
| Don’t you ask me what I’m robbing you for, what |
| cuz you was talkin big money |
| and I’m a little broke and I’m a firm believer in equality dog, what |