Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G. Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages Yeah this P To 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 you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go
[Sheek Louch] You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position 'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position
[Styles P] Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path
[SL] I don't know nobody fuckin wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus
[SP] And you couldn't live this life and play this role Like never part with your gun and stay this cold
[SL] Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
[SP] I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated If I was you I woulda never made it I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated
[SL] We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back
[SP] Tell the ghetto show discipline I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
[Chorus x2] Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit
[SL] I guess I'm gettin older Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
[SP] And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4 I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit
[SL] The mack out, take a piece of your back out Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
[SP] Shit I got plenty guns And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say they stab anyone
[SL] You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his face Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist
[SP] Nigga I'm well connected By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells connected
[SL] Yack in one hand, the other the lizm And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
[SP] Bitch this is mafia It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya
[Chorus]
[SL] Sheek goin broke is not in the plans I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands
[SP] A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep I won't be happy til the niggaz asleep
[SL] I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustin Cuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga
[SP] And I could make the best die Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it That's a fuckin neck tie
[SL] We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon Pump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon
[SP] If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God Cause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles
[SL] What nigga you could get it for free Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin wit Louch and P
[SP] Yeah nigga that's what's up D-Block til the death motherfucker so our gats is up