Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B G

Oh word that s**t a hit that s**t sound crazy

Yo check the phone man the phone was ringin before

Yo this the Ghost right here my n***a

D**n I missed my n***a call check my messages

Yeah this P

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Styles：Pick up ya godd**n phone man

I keep tryin to call you

Jesus Christ boy one

Yeah D Block

Styles P you wit me dog

Hell yeah let's get 'em let's go

You get smacked with the hammer n***a play your position

'Fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position

N***a I'll hawk your a*s wanna fit in my shoes

And you cowards can't walk my path

I don't know nobody *****in wit us

I ain't Gerome Bettis

But if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus

And you couldn't live this life and play this role

Like never part with your gun and stay this cold

Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love

I'm them leather s**ts you the Michael Jackson glove

I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated

If I was you I woulda never made it

I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated

We don't reminisce ***** a*s remember that

Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back

Tell the ghetto show discipline

I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican bullets stay whistlin

Sheek and SP in and out all for the streets

Turn the bass up and try not to ***** up your seats

Rock that s**t every corner knock that s**t

N***az try to front on us ***** that s**t

I guess I'm gettin older

Cause everybody that

I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder

And n***a I'm from D Block I'm on 3 5 4

I keep my heat ***** and my blunt lit

The mack out take a piece of your back out

Raise it to your cheek n***a dare you to speak

S**t I got plenty guns

And thugs that'll give a n***a a hug

And say they stab anyone

You ain't never seen a n***a jaw hangin from his face

Sausage shaped red s**t hangin from his waist

N***a I'm well connected

By the time you hear this

I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells

Connected

Yack in one hand the other the lizm

And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism

***** this is mafia

It won't stop 'til they put you

In the dirt with the flowers on top of ya

Sheek goin broke is not in the plans

I could sell gloves to a n***a with no hands

A lot of n***az screamin they wolf

But I'm feelin they sheep

I won't be happy 'til the n***az asleep

I'll punch a n***az nose in duckin and bustin

Cuttin and cussin hold that you ***** a*s n***a

And I could make the best die

Cut your throat open pull your tongue through it

That's a *****in neck tie

We turn ***** n***az skin maroon

Pump turn n***az voices like they hit a helium balloon

If Christ is comin it oughta be now I swear to God

Cause all yall faggot n***az die according to Styles

What n***a you could get it for free

Put your money up ain't nobody *****in wit Louch and P

Yeah n***a that's what's up

D Block 'til the death mother*****er so our gats is up