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styles p - freestyle - beats to the rhyme lyrics

[gunshot] {forget about it mario!}

[styles p:]
better let these lil’ n-gg-z know
_time is money_, i’m back

you want beef anybody just call my name
in the streets s.p. in the hall of fame
been the hardest n-gg- out mad years in a row
tell your b-tch you ain’t a pimp, you really a hoe
it’s funny how you bluffin them suckers
only time s.p. is with the cops is in cuffs muh’f-ckers
and you should listen up the first moment i spoke
act up and get shot through your clothing or coat
and now that we back to the hoodies
extra clips in the footies, have n-gg-z lookin “d-mn how could he?”
leave them n-gg-z lookin like that
and they ain’t no gangsters, they ain’t in queens or brooklyn like that
heard n-gg-z made it big time, no lookin back
me i’m in the streets of y.o.
you would think i’m f-cked up too how i creep and ride slow
then i hit harlem and the heights
got a play dyk- before the night (whattup dogs)
white m-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight)
i ain’t scared of sh-t b-tch this is my life – get it?
if a n-gg- steal my chain i feel his pain
but i’ma peel the whole block ’til they squeal his name
s.p. don’t play that sh-t
ask your boss to try me, you won’t okay that sh-t
n-gg-z say it’s your girl i lay that b-tch
headcracks since we been layin on adat b-tch
lil’ n-gg- i been o.g.
i go broke in new york i got cash in a crib ot
and i’ma bring the pain like a toothache
last thing i saw was his boot shake, i’m makin the roof break
i get up in your mouth like toothpaste
i’m dark like batman, this big gun is makin you two face
get it? motherf-cker

- styles p lyrics

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