For All My Niggas Dave East & Styles P

[Intro: Styles P]
Scram! Ayy

[Verse 1: Styles P & Dave East]
Tony Soprano juice, hit 'em, played the block and shot up the canvas too
Reppin’ for my niggas gone, that's what Phantoms do
Get you dead at 25, yeah, that's what cannons do
All my niggas animals, got them hood-rats in them cheetah prints
I ain’t even fuckin' her, she just get that heater in
Thinkin' 'bout the Aston Martin, I can play Anita in
Couple niggas doin' life, I ain't gon' see again
Couple niggas owe money, somebody gotta bleed again
Styles don't even write his shit, I pray that I don’t see the pen (I pray)
Sellin’ crack out the same crib that we was sleepin' in (Same crib)
Dead broke, robbed the DJ ’fore he get the speakers in (C'mere)
Chain like Dasani, my pistol match the Armani
Tryna stay cool like Ghandi, my schemes be ponzi
Same nigga had Christina Milian in Haji's
Cook you niggas over a grill, this shit Hibachi

[Chorus: Styles P & Dave East]
For all of the homies that been locked up (Locked up)
For all of the work that been chopped up (Chopped up)
Cop you designer and stay shopped up (Shopped up)
Luxury V, stay dropped up (Dropped up)
For all of the homies that been locked up (Locked up)
For all of the work that been chopped up (Chopped up)
Cop you designer and stay shopped up (Shopped up)
Luxury V, we stay dropped up (Dropped up)