HOLIDAY [Styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell [Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY [Styles:] And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell [Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY [Styles
in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife [CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles] [Jadakiss:] Uh huh, HOLIDAY [Styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell [Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY [Styles
: (Any style you want, big boy you gon get it) [x4] Step in the place Bitches look at me from head to toe Hoe ass niggaz look like "Oh no" Cuz I'm the
make room in your face And they can't see your eyes or your nose Why P? Cuz 4, 5 slugs is consumin the space This is Holiday you need, you fuck with the
It's Holiday ugh the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile away niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today cause the P'll hollow the
Styles P] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that [Styles P] I'ma kill a made nigga [Lil' Kim] And I'ma kill the witnesses [Styles P] Y.O. nigga
Streetlife:] You'se a starter, like Candice Parker Take flight like Skywalker, might wolf it on ya father Still the athlete, play of the week G.P.A. 4
) Me killing all of ya, ill premonition, (ew) If I promise paradise in the next life (ah) I turn this rap thing into a holy war, holiday, cut your arm
Banger, let's go Styles P, Cassidy Full surface, listen It's a rap for y'all Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya
Hell of a stink now J A D A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is comin
Yeah, D-Block Styles P, you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, yeah Let's go You get smacked with the hammer, nigga play your position 'Fore rigor
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
Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P
Two guns up mothafucka, two guns up mothafucka [Incomprehensible] If P want you dead, I ain't comin' with niggas Just a blunt and a three pound, plenty
Holiday styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck If I ain't gettin' proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
Turn it up, turn it up Swizz Beats the monster Fix ya, face, Ruff Ryders, let's do it D-Block, EVE, Styles P and Sheek, wasup, wassup Let's do it Walk
Then she go and get a doobie wrapped Lookin' at the God, like we all a little One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke Holiday Styles, dick one shot
my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY Styles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell J: HOLIDAY
