Styles

f/ Jadakiss

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

[Verse 1]

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

[HOOK: Styles and Jadakiss]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[HOOK]

[Verse 3]

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

[HOOK] - 2X