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styles p - push the line lyrics

[intro: styles p]
tryna get my mind right out here
put in my work and collect
(hahaha)
i like to eat
i like to have a good time
vinny idol, n-gg-

[verse 1: styles p]
couple thou’ in the sweats
nice watch, nice coupe, loud on the set
you ain’t built for this sh-t, you ain’t allowed in the set (uh-uh)
told my mom i’m a g and proud of this sh-t (i’m a g)
my mentality was warped
twenty years later, my mentality is sauce (sauce)
whole crew drip, test us, you a corpse
n-body wanna die but somebody wanna k!ll
anybody but your body’ll probably be a thrill (thrill)
y’all n-gg-s is on somethin’, probably be a pill
who am i to judge? i already know the deal
d.a. gave the deal and the judge gave the sentencin’
you gotta do the time, now you want a n-gg- k!lled? (you want him k!lled)
i know the pain from the slums (the pain)
i seen the pain from a gun (i seen it)
yeah, i’m familiar with it all
you wanna ball but you dealin’ with the k!llers in the hall
wanna stall on ’em but you won’t be the one to take a fall (don’t do that)
then you get a strap, and you let that sh-t clap
and the word spread around that you was with it all (you was with it)
now you on the corner thinkin’ you a winner
but you could be a goner, it’s hotter than a sauna (hot)
i’ma tell you, “slow down, n-gg-
and watch them low-down n-gg-s that keep the four pound, n-gg-”
ghost

[chorus: whispers]
you in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone
most homies don’t make it back from where we call home
you ready to die, homie? meet me at the crossroads
eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone
push the line (ooh-ooh)
push a line (ooh-ooh)
you ready to die, homie? meet me at the crossroads
an eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone
push the line

[verse 2: styles p]
couple pounds in the crib
gun on the kitchen table, rounds in the fridge
run up in the place on some home invasion sh-t
you gon’ be the c-cksucker that they found in the ditch (c-cksucker)
i say, “peace” and move the whole thing (peace)
the new god born from the old king
i don’t wear a nose ring (uh uh) but i let the nose ring
beat you with the b-tt of the gun, you n-gg-s sewing
crafty, knowin’ the game sticky like taffy (sticky)
i could show the man to the plug, he might blast me (he might)
police could put a n-gg- in cuffs, still blast me
i ain’t tellin’ n-body sh-t they ain’t ask me
don’t ask me sh-t, my n-gg-, it’s in my cash fee
a smart man is known to drive from the backseat
have you n-gg-s runnin’ and jumpin’ like you athletes
i’ma let the first shot off like it’s a track meet
ghost

[chorus: whispers & sheek louch]
you in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone
most homies don’t make it back from where we call home
you ready to die, homie? meet me at the crossroads
eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone
push the line (ooh-ooh)
push a line (facts) (ooh-ooh)
you ready to die, homie? (that’s a lot you don’t need then) meet me at the crossroads
an eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone
(let them motherf-ckin’ monkeys out)
push the line

[verse 3: sheek louch]
good with some smart n-gg-s, most of them have no brain
didn’t graduate, but n-gg-s move that cocaine
couple things i did i regret but i’m not sane
one thing i did was show n-gg-s that i’m not playin’
‘member i was young playin’ tag, it was mad hot (no doubt)
used to see my dad comin’ in and out the crack spot
n-gg- act tough, jump out, then he get shot
yardy in the window yellin’ out, “what the bloodclot?”
oh my god, i caught a case again (oh my god)
bullsh-t judge tryna see my face again (woo)
ran with a lot on me, here from eight in there
see this gun wrap? they won’t make it there (d-block)
push the line (ayy)
ain’t speak to you in years, you ain’t no friend of mine (uh-uh)
only styles p and jada, b-tch, bottom line
black hoody, black skully, winter time
oh, push the line

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