[Styles P]
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Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent
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That's what KRS said
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The Ghost nigga, time is money
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Double R, D-Block
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Poobs let's go
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If it's beef better move on nigga, or get shot in the head
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Or trucked over by the UConn nigga (trucked over)
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Touch me, lose two arms, nigga you might think you hot
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You dead wrong, you just lukewarm nigga
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I'm colder than the ice in the freezer
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Butcher knife slice and you seize up
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44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia
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Late night I'm pipin a diva
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All my niggaz hyper and eager
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In case I miss the hit the sniper'll leave ya
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This case it's better to give than be the receiver
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In the M-6 blowin the weed up
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Comin through the hood makin sure that it's G'd up
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I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I read up
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My rap is like coke, so my shit stay ki'd up
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Y'all lil' niggaz new to the slums
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I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run
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Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun
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Ask the streets who can spit an iller fluid than son
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Sheeit, nobody right? (Nobody)
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Kill you, you a nigga nobody like
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Fuck with me if you lookin for the rowdy type
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I get it buzzin with cousin
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Six dozen bullets skippin in the Audi right
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This is Styles nigga, I keep it comin like gunshots
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And you ain't said nuttin in the wild nigga
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You ain't said nuttin, what? Motherfucker
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Time is money nigga, that's all I'ma say
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Poobs we fuckin out, see you at the finish line
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The MC
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Styles P |