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styles p - think lox lyrics

[intro: styles p]
[?] the machine on the boards
throw that sh-t up, [?]
tell lou bring some more of that brown water here
d-block, everything’s lovely

[verse 1: styles p]
go get it from the get go
sure n-gga, but throw a stiff jab like a klitschko
i don’t want to box, nor draw a pistol
ha, i’m just being wishful
if it’s going down, let it go, dog
i ain’t just rapping, i was a menace before o-dog
used to be bundles of dope, now it’s bundles of hope
and the big 45 when i doze off
mobster, mad dog colt bite your nose off
all this blood, and i don’t feel a thing
ghost come around, n-gga, don’t say you’re king
don’t say you’re the best or something gon’ ring
it won’t be a bell, it’ll probably be a sh-ll
you’ll be eaten like pasta, f-ckboy, go to h-ll
f-ck the new n-ggas and the old n-ggas too
tell them all to suck a d-ck is what a bold n-gga do
treat them like toilet paper, you can roll n-ggas through
and watch them get sh-tted on
‘cause this is for n-ggas in the streets
and the n-ggas in the cell with the 25 to l bout to get it on
yeah i know about the ox works
hustling like it’s clockwork
yeah we run the city, but we ran from the cops first
i was trained for the manhunt
southside, seven years old, playing manhunt
i don’t like trash rappers, you gon’ get your man done
we could pay for the work, we don’t need your man fronting
f-ck about the plug, he could end up in my man trunk
it’s like that ‘cause it’s like this
n-ggas get k!lled on the day and the night shift
grimy n-ggas will leave you lifeless
all they care about is indictments and the prices
ghost

[sheek louch talking]
this beat is stupid
feel like we should have this f-cking premo beat, man
i got ‘em

[verse 2: sheek louch]
you ain’t never liked me, n-gga, pardon my french
now i am the sh-t, you got to pardon my stench
starting 3, n-gga, never the bench
i rock louch, stay in the trench
i could put my lyrics in the ground and grow you n-ggas
hip-hop gym star, i could blow you n-ggas
really think about writing a book to show you n-ggas
but i rather you learn on your own
so who the f-ck want to die? not a lot of shots this accurate
turn your skin green and yellow like packers get
styles say shoot ‘em, not thinking twice
you gon’ hear that sh-t echo like greg nice
kicking like a fortune teller
had base on the block by the name of old yeller
now i’m with [?] way out in coach-lla
donny n-gga, ponzi scheme flow
you’re adrian broner, i’m tyson ridd-ck bowe
take it off safety and let that sh-t go, n-gga

[outro: sheek louch]
this n-gga’s a beast, man

[scratches]
“all they care about is indictments and the prices”
“all they care about”
“grimy n-ggas will leave you lifeless”
“all they care about is indictments and the prices”

- styles p lyrics

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