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styles p - live by the gun lyrics

[verse 1 : styles p]

if this was back then i would’ve gunned you down
with the 44 large that make the thunder sound
i know n-gg-s with tonnes and pounds
i would cut your head off if i want your crown
i been quiet in the cut
y’all n-gg-s little boys
don’t make me tire a n-gg- up
and fire a n-gg- up
let ’em burn like the blunt and the pistol
ask ’em ’bout the kid in [?]
i ain’t never been through the halls
but my name got a ring through the walls
for the type of sh-t i bring when i brawl
i was 16 pulling stings in the mall
getting money over b-tches
serving fiends when they call
but f-ck then, we dealing with now n-gg-
i’ll k!ll you, i ain’t feeling your style n-gg-
yeah i’m rude, i paid my dues, even made news
shot sh-t, stabbed sh-t, even been sued
so overstand or feel me n-gg-
i ain’t talking the car sh-t now it’s realty n-gg-
late night i take a look through the sky lights
money on your head but they ain’t paying my price
get it? time is money, look at the hour n-gg-
you got the cash but we got
the respect and the power n-gg-
if you street then you know we the bosses
this sh-t could get ugly
mad bodies when they leaving their office

[verse 2 : raw buck]

ayo sp save your breath
i’ma let this f-cking shotgun cave his chest
give him whiplash man
i bet the impact break his neck
leave his -ss underneath of the bas-m-nt steps
you hungry n-gg-? i’ll let you taste your death
i’m the best thing now go head and place your bets
i’m nuclear, y’all c-cksuckers is new born
i got a new firearm and the beams syracuse orange
f-ck all y’all n-gg-s y’all get moved on
time is money, so i’ma just k!ll you and move on
wudup, d-block, two toasters up
n-gg- die if you f-ck around with ghost and buck
you see a n-gg-s upset when the toast get buck
and you laying the street and you opened up
and the doc said that he can’t close you up
and your man had a gat but he froze and duck
p-ssy! y’all sweet like coconuts
i hold my nuts, on the post posted up
used to stand on the block for hours
and couldn’t get a sale
then we bagged dimes for hours
and use a bigger scale
block like a bad earthquake, off the richter scale
two stacks per hour, ran through a brick quick as h-ll
i’m from [?]
i’ll die tryna get my mail
i don’t box but i’ll box you
try [?]

- styles p lyrics

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