[Verse 1: Styles P]
Shifty, low-down, gritty, and grimy
Like Fredro -- fuck it, I get the bread though
I'll take the nine and buck it up at your head, though
I'll run your jewels, you do it because I said so
Ride around the hood with niggas that let the lead go
I would never rat, told my lawyers to tell the Feds so
Word to the bullpen sandwich and the bedroll
Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll
Real nigga, nigga real
Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still
If they see you ain't got it, they'll take it from you
If they feel like you pussy, they'll be waiting for you
I ain't pussy, go 'head and wait
You the dickhead that the bullet's gon' penetrate
Dead nigga, dumb nigga
Fuck you up, kill the shit, noose, redrum nigga

[Hook: Noreaga]
I really drink Tiger Balm (you could Google that)
And I shot niggas too (you could Google that)
See, I smoke big (you could Google that)
You heard of me a little bit? (you could Google that)
Fuck niggas (you could Google that)
Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)
Fuck niggas (you could Google that)
Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)
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