[Verse 1: Styles P]
My clique is in it 'til it's over, never sober
Bustin' over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover
Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger
The young Don, the Heron mover
You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle
Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle
So chill, cuzzo, let me blow for my niggas
Runnin' 'round, get down like motherfuckin' gorillas
Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop
Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered
Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin' money
It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny
Black, I'm tryna live, somethin' got to give
But everyday's the same old, runnin' from po-po
Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa
Yo, it's the Style, see, it's still the same
And when worse comes to worse, I steal the 'caine
Papi know my face, so he don't expect it
Runnin' from the gutter so he gots to accept it
Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him
He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him
I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept
I take my last breath every time I hit the meth
It's the D to the E, M to the O-N
Blowin', steady playin' shotgun, throwin'
Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap
Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat
Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, 'cause I lace nine
From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin' spine
My clique is in it 'til it's over, never sober
Bustin' over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover
Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger
The young Don, the Heron mover
You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle
Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle
So chill, cuzzo, let me blow for my niggas
Runnin' 'round, get down like motherfuckin' gorillas
Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop
Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered
Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin' money
It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny
Black, I'm tryna live, somethin' got to give
But everyday's the same old, runnin' from po-po
Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa
Yo, it's the Style, see, it's still the same
And when worse comes to worse, I steal the 'caine
Papi know my face, so he don't expect it
Runnin' from the gutter so he gots to accept it
Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him
He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him
I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept
I take my last breath every time I hit the meth
It's the D to the E, M to the O-N
Blowin', steady playin' shotgun, throwin'
Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap
Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat
Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, 'cause I lace nine
From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin' spine
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