Get Your Weight Up Styles P (Ft. Whispers (MC, BX, NY))

[Intro: Styles P]
Ghost
You know? (Whispers)
Bitch bring that weight up (hahaha)
Tryna knock it off, you dig?

[Chorus: Whispers]
I tell that bitch to bring the weight up
Ain't no need for you to wait up
I get a brick, we hit a stove and we could chop it
I guarantee we hit the road and make a profit
I tell that bitch to bring the weight up
Ain't no need for you to wait up
I get a brick, we hit a stove and we could chop it
I guarantee we hit the road and make a profit

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Niggas hit the road then the shit get cooked
Stay away from snitches, that'll get you booked
Last table lookin' like Christmas look
From the first to the third, know the strip for crooks
And the fifteenth too, I got sixteens too
I ain't goin' to sleep, I got big dreams too
Crib wit' a escalator and two more floors
Pretty girls, it's sawed-offs and four-doors
Ride around like it's Set It Off
Bitch, bring the weight up, I cook it up and get it off
Ridin' dirty on 95
I been ridin' dirty since '95
Nineteen that is, S-P, Glock 19
That kid hit the stove, chop it up, never seen that kid
By the way, has anybody seen my bitch?