with my man 'Cause I motherfuckin' love my niggas We ghetto, my niggas, anytime, any place We don't give a fuck we bust metal, my niggas We gangsta my niggas
bitch betcha that All my niggas that twisted it [Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] I'ma solider 'till I die {I'ma die a thug} Keep standin' by my
trouble Right behind me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the scene Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare I'm right there
m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug
Talking)] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off
ready to rumble my nigga just meet us outside of the club Ready to slang slugs nigga done got to drunk and forgot that we claim MO' Nigga this shit is
tha hard ass dick Nigga plottin', ahhhh Nigga schemin'so don't wake me bitch cuz i'm dreamin 1-8-7s on bitches in my head, nigga up snorin' like fuck
out them songs knowin that my niggaz come strong, so let's get it on We just gettin warm, Operation "Quiet Storm" Silent wars or we silence the fours Half P
we beat niggas numb These niggas is dumb, you can't resist my dunns 2001 we still thump, the fuck happened to ya'll? We like that snowball, goin downhill
The Average Joe, with an average flow Me and Meth bringing back New York, nigga [Chorus] [Styles P.] You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles S.P
cramp your style like a spasm Track em through the mud then I bag em We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls and I be raw, for four score
' Tee the laws won't come find me Got so much love for my thugs And even more for my drugs And we ain't lovin' this law, so break the law and get buck
right nigga coming against the king get ya stats right nigga wanna talk about nigga, wanna be a hot nigga gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I say'd it what nigga buck nigga
: [feat. Styles P., Termanology, Q-Tip] [Intro: Styles P - talking] [echo] Yeah, SP, Ghost Phantom Statik Selektah Stop, look and listen boys [Verse
up Guards up, or bring them straps and come ready to mob up [?] My motto is I'ma live my life fuck the slow and puffin herb Gettin boss ?, while my money
kickdown, got my own shit loud Shot heard around the world Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple To make things simple, my
blacktop And now, they wonder why we move the way we move (WHY WE WRECKIN EVER SMOOTH) and whadda we have to prove? (AHH!) Nothin! (Continue to survive
is the nigga from underground Sweet potato, kid crusader, I want a shorty like Jada Tits are off like a mile later So we can get buckwild, that's my style
