D-Block - Styles Freestyle No. 1 lyrics

{*gunshot*} {Forget about it Mario!}

[Styles P]

Better let these lil' niggaz 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 nigga out mad years in a row

Tell your bitch 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'fuckers

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 niggaz lookin "Damn how could he?"

Leave them niggaz lookin like that

And they ain't no gangsters, they ain't in Queens or Brooklyn like that

Heard niggaz made it big time, no lookin back

Me I'm in the streets of Y.O.

You would think I'm fucked up too how I creep and ride slow

Then I hit Harlem and the Heights

Got a play dyke before the night (whattup dogs)

White M-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight)

I ain't scared of shit bitch this is my life - get it?

If a nigga 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 shit

Ask your boss to try me, you won't okay that shit

Niggaz say it's your girl I lay that bitch

Headcracks since we been layin on ADAT bitch

Lil' nigga 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? Motherfucker