| Lyrics: | 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
To erase this message
press seven, to save it press nine
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,
let's get 'em, let's go
[Sheek Louch]
You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your
position
'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position
[Styles P]
Nigga
I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
[SL]
I
don't know nobody fuckin wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the
bus
[SP]
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
Like never part with
your gun and stay this cold
[SL]
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but
love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
[SP]
I'm in the hood
cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it
I'm Holiday so I'm
celebrated
[SL]
We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that
Styles verse is the
only thing gon bring it back
[SP]
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun
Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
[Chorus x2]
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
[SL]< |
