[Intro: P. Killer Trackz]
SP Killer
Yeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X motherfucker
Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time
No more shiny suits
None of that shit
[Chorus: Sheek Louch & Jadakiss]
We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E
Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G
Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy
Explain things further
Murder or get murdered
We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E
Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G
Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy
Explain things further
Murder or get murdered
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Half of the hustle, half of them killers
All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro
Better send the guerrilla's
Cause beef is like a brand new car
You better ride
Everytime I sleep I die
Wish I was gone (ya know)
Felt dumb when I was young
I used to wish I was on
I'mma stay blunted and red with one in the head
Niggas thinkin' they the don
Till their shit get bombed
I put 4 in your shootin' arm
2 in your legs
Like 10 in your chest
The last one in your head
I give you the whole clip
Like you cheated and stole shit
Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips
You know the business
If he rat, kill your co-defendant
Keep it real and catch a body in trial
If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles
Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips
Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth
SP Killer
Yeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X motherfucker
Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time
No more shiny suits
None of that shit
[Chorus: Sheek Louch & Jadakiss]
We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E
Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G
Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy
Explain things further
Murder or get murdered
We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E
Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G
Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy
Explain things further
Murder or get murdered
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Half of the hustle, half of them killers
All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro
Better send the guerrilla's
Cause beef is like a brand new car
You better ride
Everytime I sleep I die
Wish I was gone (ya know)
Felt dumb when I was young
I used to wish I was on
I'mma stay blunted and red with one in the head
Niggas thinkin' they the don
Till their shit get bombed
I put 4 in your shootin' arm
2 in your legs
Like 10 in your chest
The last one in your head
I give you the whole clip
Like you cheated and stole shit
Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips
You know the business
If he rat, kill your co-defendant
Keep it real and catch a body in trial
If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles
Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips
Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth
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