Styles P & Dave East (Part 1) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle111 Dave East & Styles P

[Verse 1: Styles P]
They ain't tell you that New York is mine
What an awful time, pop his body then toss the nine
Don't nobody wanna cross the line, that the Ghost draw
I get stoned, you want smoke dog? I flip off like O-Dog
Beloved brothers I don't care about them other brothers
I clip your older or younger brother
But I ain't with the rah-rah life, I'm with the la-la-life
Loose shooter on the Baha bike
I'm dead wrong, you swear to god I'm right, yeah
Fuck with East get your knees broke
I run out of bars, I got Belize coke
Touch me, I get a shooter to shoot free throws
I know big MCs and big kilos
Got a old plug that Kiss know
Way out of Frisco, coke money from discos
Still box like I'm Klitschko, Crawford
I still hop out the six-o, awkward
I still fit in the mix though
Cursed but I still piss with the gift though
Yeah the brother is beloved, he ain't never been soft
He been rugged, nigga
And I been in the mob when these little niggas said they were thuggin', yeah
And these niggas said they hard but if you ask me
I think these niggas just buggin', yeah, these niggas out of place
If they get up in my face I'ma cut 'em, yeah
Ill niggas that kill niggas, not a molester, not tryin' to feel niggas
Not in the house yeah, I'm in the field niggas
Why you lyin', said you a real nigga
I got the Tommy, no not a Hilfigher, yeah
Cut the shit 'fore I cut your face with a razor that cut the brick
Have my homegirl cut your bitch, tell the label to cut the check
Or I'll fuck around and bust a clip, yeah
Beloved, nigga