[Chorus: P.K]
Yeah....P. Killer.....L-O-X....Ruff Ryders
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Holiday Styles, catdaddy, show me the green
And if not, show me the work, show me the fiends
I be writin' in the week cause I know the routine
Pardon you, light grey off the martin'
Nickel the wheels, used to have to whistle for sales
And now I cop work and I be tippin' the scales
And I can make money for bail, sittin' in jail
Walk by the C.O., hittin' an L
Ayyo, this is for the industry, consider it rep
I'll diss any nigga you name, you give me a check
Old school, new school, hungry nigga not signed
He ain't sayin shit if he ain't talkin wit a Glock 9!
Please don't call the cops
We got beef, then the shells'll pop
I'm tryin' to hit you while you park
Hop in, push you over, take it up the block
But I know the jakes is comin', ya man'll snitch
Wakes is comin', so start gettin candles lit
I'ma show you how the hustlers, handle shit
I'll crack your head like a customer with grams and clip
Family shit, but ain't no picnics involved
Just a trip to the zoo..
Dressed in all brown, with a banger in your shoe
In too deep in the yard, wit a thousand niggas just like you, cocksucker
Yeah....P. Killer.....L-O-X....Ruff Ryders
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Holiday Styles, catdaddy, show me the green
And if not, show me the work, show me the fiends
I be writin' in the week cause I know the routine
Pardon you, light grey off the martin'
Nickel the wheels, used to have to whistle for sales
And now I cop work and I be tippin' the scales
And I can make money for bail, sittin' in jail
Walk by the C.O., hittin' an L
Ayyo, this is for the industry, consider it rep
I'll diss any nigga you name, you give me a check
Old school, new school, hungry nigga not signed
He ain't sayin shit if he ain't talkin wit a Glock 9!
Please don't call the cops
We got beef, then the shells'll pop
I'm tryin' to hit you while you park
Hop in, push you over, take it up the block
But I know the jakes is comin', ya man'll snitch
Wakes is comin', so start gettin candles lit
I'ma show you how the hustlers, handle shit
I'll crack your head like a customer with grams and clip
Family shit, but ain't no picnics involved
Just a trip to the zoo..
Dressed in all brown, with a banger in your shoe
In too deep in the yard, wit a thousand niggas just like you, cocksucker
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