f/ Jadakiss
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Yeah, Holiday, Gary
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I don't want y'all to compare me to niggas no more
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Unless they got a case pending
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Unless they poke somethin up
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Unless they keepin it real gutter, y'know
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[Verse 1]
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SP I'm the closest thing to poison it is
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you think you hot, I'ma boil your kid
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you think you cool, I'ma throw you in the river wit some cement shoes
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you could sleep with the fishes
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Niggas actin funny so I gotta keep it movin I dont speak to the bitches
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We could handle this like gangstas
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Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker
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That money get dropped off, so do he
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Right off the booth of his mama' building
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Feel the drama building
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Told y'all niggas don't fuck wit P
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I said fuck rap and a verse
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I get down like the bishops, wit the way you clap at the hearse
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I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of verc
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I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac
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wit niggas that'll take twenty a body, the shottie will handle that
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[HOOK: Styles and Jadakiss]
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Styles
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Paniro the most, you hearin the Ghost
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Styles
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Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
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Nigga talkin funny then body the kid, let's go
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Styles
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Mafia boss, rockin the corpse
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Styles
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Pullin the three, cockin the four
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Styles
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We're closin the windows and lockin the doors
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You could die today
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Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy the option is yours, c'mon
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[Verse 2]
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I smoke weed cuz the future is grim
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I'm knockin this ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz
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my lil man been runnin since the shootin begin
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y'all niggas talk about cases of Crist'
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I talk about cases where niggas get life of the shit
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and your girl visit two years, mom come forever
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but near one of your mans aint right wit his shit
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but like corn I'ma flip, smokin weed influenced by the fix
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and old timers with the toolies by the hips
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So come and creep wit me
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and I aint lyin when I tell these motherfuckers
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that I got the streets in me
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one felony, wit two cases beat
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so be about your business when you come and beef wit me
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I got coke for sale and I got dope for sale
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if you wanna cop some work you oughta come and speak wit me
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[HOOK]
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[Verse 3]
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Y'all niggas know my name, but you don't know my style
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What make it all ironic is the shit is the same
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Keep a milli in the coat, puffin on the chronic
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in the hood wit my niggas that's distributin 'caine
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If your man get bodied, number one rule is you body somethin back
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then live with the pain
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young guns of this shit, so when I get hit
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I'ma yell Sheek and 'Kiss let's finish the game
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I got discipline and dedication
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I'm the boss of the S N F, that's the Shootin Niggas Federation
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Light a blunt and get cloudy wit me
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Go get your gun and get rowdy wit me
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It's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the four
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Don't you ask me what I'm robbing you for, what
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cuz you was talkin big money
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and I'm a little broke and I'm a firm believer in equality dog, what
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[HOOK] - 2X
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Styles
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