f/ P.K.iller, Swizz Beatz
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P.K.iller!
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[Verse 1]
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Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us
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hop in they whip and ride for us
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pop niggas in the skull in they frame, shit
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it's a body for a body for the love of the game
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But niggas'll call the precinct with your government name
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but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on
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and if a nigga bury my man, I bury his mom
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I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate
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hop in the hoop', grab a bird, get outta the state
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stay in the dirt, dog we like pieces of shit
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dealin coke like cars, come lease you a brick
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Holiday bitch, I show you what a 38 special do
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Turn niggas vegetable, salad ass niggas
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Never send a coward around violent ass niggas
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I'ma always bust my gun, use my knife
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ride or die, til the day I lose my life
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[HOOK 2X: Swizz and P.K.iller]
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Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!]
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Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!]
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You dealin with the streets, [YO!] you dealin with the thugs! [YO!]
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You dealin with the set, [YO!] so y'all throw it up!
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[Verse 2]
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It don't matter who you are, or what you say
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aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles
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and I'll probably die young, shot in the war
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but I aint never give a fuck, and I always was wild
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and I'd rather have a open case, than an open face
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kill every witness, I aint goin to trial
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and everybody's a gangsta, nobody's pussy
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there's alotta niggas lying and I know who you are
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Next time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bail
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I'ma kill a hundred niggas, right in front of niggas
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When cops come through, they gettin it too
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Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang
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cocksucker, it's the Holiday crew
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get money, kill niggas, do robberies too
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cuz you fuckin wit the grimiest, sheistiest
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can't wait to die dog, life's a bitch
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[HOOK 2X]
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[Verse 3]
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I'ma die screamin, fuck you, meet me in hell
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cuz I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeper
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look at the ink on my arm, I tattooed the reaper of death
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and they call me Holiday, I let a slug go in your shirt
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and wait for the leak in your chest
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I'll probably black out, think about my welfare days
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and times I had to sleep on the steps
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Niggas don't want it wit me, you could call me arrogant dog
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until you get stabbed in the jaw
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P'll run up in the hospital, stab you some more
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don't you fuck wit no nigga that be plannin for war
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I got slugs that go through you, put your man on the floor
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purplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peeps
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project was pussy and the lobby was sweet
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niggas had alotta mouth, but they body was weak
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[HOOK 2X]
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Y'all Know We In Here
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| Styles |
