Styles Styles P (Ft. Jadakiss)

[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah, Holiday, Gary
I don't want y'all to compare me to niggas no more
Unless they got a case pending
Unless they poke somethin up
Unless they keepin it real gutter, y'know

[Verse 1: Styles P]
SP I'm the closest thing to poison it is
You think you hot, I'mma boil your kid
You think you cool, I'mma throw you in the river wit some cement shoes
You could sleep with the fishes
Niggas actin funny so I gotta keep it movin I dont speak to the bitches
We could handle this like gangstas
Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker
That money get dropped off, so do E
Right off the booth of his mama' building
Feel the drama building
Told y'all niggas don't fuck wit P
I said fuck rappin' a verse
I get down like the bishops, wit the way you clap at the hearse
I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of work
I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac
Wit niggas that'll take twenty a body, the shottie will handle that

[Chorus: Styles P and Jadakiss]
Paniro the most, you hearin the Ghost
Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin funny then body the kid, let's go
Mafia boss, rockin the corpse
Pullin the three, cockin the four
We're closin the windows and lockin the doors
You could die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy the option is yours, c'mon