Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worlds Greatest, artist - Styles P. Album song Large On the Streets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.01.2013
Record label: Nyc haze entertainment
Song language: English
Worlds Greatest |
| Make you throw your bike’s up |
| Make you rep your hood, now scream |
| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh |
| I think I’m getting why these motherfuckers hate me |
| Cause I’ve been putting pressure on everything lately |
| And I’m here pressure bust pipes kinda easy |
| With that being said I apologize to BP |
| But to the rest of y’all it’s no courtesy |
| I’m not a nest so won’t none of y’all burden me |
| Next generation of the double R lights up |
| I’m the next nigga that’s gon' make 'em throw they bikes up |
| I literally had millions watching me |
| On stage turning dudes to a mockery |
| Yeah they copy me with no cash |
| These niggas is chickens in beef |
| Steady talking bout they go ham |
| You confused, you meat lover |
| I got Swizz feeling like Dre when he made Deep Cover |
| I’m the next Double R meal ticket |
| Made like a deck of cards nigga, deal with it |
| My flow dope like the methadone clinic |
| Pull on the Phantom when you see a don in it |
| Glove box you might see the Quran in it |
| Underneath the firearm, am I wrong with it? |
| I drop the roof to be captured by the sun |
| Relay my bars and remastered every one |
| Nigga’s wondering where the fuck Drag at |
| I’m on Twitter hitting everybody back |
| Drag to the dash, I ain’t back to claim shit |
| I still got the same crown I first came with |
| If I had to do it all again, I wouldn’t change shit |
| Now I’ma shine when the rain get thick nigga |
| All the pretty girls go round the outside |
| Porsche or the Range Rover, meet me in the ride |
| Windows all jet black you ain’t gotta hide |
| Donnie, Razor Ramone, Bobby Backlund |
| This my throne cranberry silver patron, they love me |
| Hat back like I’m 15 face clean |
| Nice blue jeans sitting on the Louie |
| I used to run base and I don’t mean ??? |
| A long way from Dr Jays and Conways |
| I still like hoodrats, some Beyonces |
| Pop off you ain’t ever seen AK’s |
| Top down, Eddie Levert and the O’Jays |
| Donnie killing that UFO |
| It took a little while but Donnie gon' blow |
| Hater’s seen Sheek nope, Donnie on the go |
| Might as well call me butter cause Donnie on a roll |
| Ayo, personally I think I’m underrated if nothing else |
| Ask around, they’ll tell you Jada is something else |
| Motherfuck who they know |
| It’s the kid with the diesel bars and flow |
| It’s a couple dudes I ain’t got rid of yet |
| But it ain’t no rush, niggas is butt like the back of the cigarette |
| Holla when it’s time for the blood to get spilled |
| I only negotiate for thugs to get killed |
| Hustler, artist, CEO |
| On the low blowing strawberry Kiwi dro |
| Sling cane til they cut off my hands, other than that |
| I’ma spit pain til they cut off my glands |
| Got work all over the stove, getting money all over the globe |
| In the Range all over the road |
| Cribs and the whips is lavish |
| Double R mob life, Kiss a savage |
| You know me, playing 'Kiss and Ne-Yo with your bitch |
| Or she can call time, run a trio on your bitch |
| Shoot 'em in the mouth, bet you he ain’t gonna snitch |
| Fucking with 3 bad niggas |
| Telling your girlfriend to tea bag niggas |
| She’s wavy, we crazy |
| ADHD, know where the weight be |
| On the scale with the guns off safety |
| Eyes hazy, money, mansion, Mercedes |
| Surrounded by killers, OG’s, crack babies |
| Loading up the nine, dope stay a dime |
| Two blunts in the Watson 749 |
| Red wine avocado, salad with the lamb and |
| Cilantro head honcho, rocking a poncho |
| Way out in Mexico |
| 10 for the bird let you place the decimal |
| Turn your ass vegetable |
| You the next nigga, well, I’m the X nigga |
| Name still ringing bells so fuck the rest nigga |
| I do this shit for real, y’all niggas is acting |
| I’m old school like Andre the giant and Bob Backlund |
| Cats ain’t never been able to ever |
| Fuck with the dog, whatever the weather |
| I come through, niggas bow down like Muslims praying |
| I’m just trying to understand what these fools are saying |
| Don’t make me, somebody better take me outta here |
| This is what it came down to, fuck outta here |
| Cats gotta fear a nigga like me |
| I come through in beast mode from New York to AZ |
| Bitch you fucking crazy, thinking Dog ain’t got it |
| Dog gon' hit it, as soon as soon as dog spot it |
| I’ma scratch to the death, till there’s half of 'em left |
| I’m the last of 'em left, till the last of my breath |