Holiday Styles P (Ft. Max B)

[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah
L-O-X, nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin' and goin' and goin' and goin'
Motherfucker

[Verse 1: Styles P & Jadakiss]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
'Cause when these bullets hit your ass, I'm like, "It's only a gat"
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' it's yours
Think he religious? I heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truths
Do anything it takes just to get to this loot
Ain't missin' a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze, ain't no controllin' the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the P flowin' to Swizz
I'm a ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better, why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame?
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife (Uh-huh)