Fiend For Styles P & Havoc

(Intro: Styles P)
This that shit you know
You gotta love us
If not then you should fuckin' hate us
We that reflection

(Verse 1: Styles P)
Who the fuck invited you over?
Comin' from a city, one shot, no do overs (New York)
Heard it was a war and you left 'til it blew over (you left)
I am not the head that the flu over
Hi, look at you, look at me, look at us
You the type to book a nigga
I'm the type that's cookin' up (I'm that type)
I'm a plug, he's a plug, she's a plug, need a plug (we all plugs)
Well come and find us, nigga, yeah look us up
It's really no callin' Ghost (nope)
Troopers on the highway, fuck that, call a audible (fuck that)
I was movin' work before they made phones portable
Probably want you dead if you rat, when I thought of you (fuckin' rat)
I'm in the cut and I'm smokin' herb
I say it 'round here then that's spoken word
Yeah, this shit is like poetry (you know it)
Can't hold on but you can't let go of me

(Hook: Havoc)
Yeah
'Cause this the shit that niggas fiend for
I got 'em wildin', nigga
And he think he here, nigga, breath on
This the shit that niggas fiend for
It's 'bout the principles, my nigga
This the shit that niggas bleed for
The shit that niggas fiend for
Money and the power, respect is what we bleed for
This the shit that niggas bleed for
Life is up and down, up and down like the seesaw