Styles P - The Mc lyrics

[Styles P]

Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent

That's what KRS said

The Ghost nigga, time is money

Double R, D-Block

Poobs let's go

If it's beef better move on nigga, or get shot in the head

Or trucked over by the UConn nigga (trucked over)

Touch me, lose two arms, nigga you might think you hot

You dead wrong, you just lukewarm nigga

I'm colder than the ice in the freezer

Butcher knife slice and you seize up

44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia

Late night I'm pipin a diva

All my niggaz hyper and eager

In case I miss the hit the sniper'll leave ya

This case it's better to give than be the receiver

In the M-6 blowin the weed up

Comin through the hood makin sure that it's G'd up

I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I read up

My rap is like coke, so my shit stay ki'd up

Y'all lil' niggaz new to the slums

I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run

Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun

Ask the streets who can spit an iller fluid than son

Sheeit, nobody right? (Nobody)

Kill you, you a nigga nobody like

Fuck with me if you lookin for the rowdy type

I get it buzzin with cousin

Six dozen bullets skippin in the Audi right

This is Styles nigga, I keep it comin like gunshots

And you ain't said nuttin in the wild nigga

You ain't said nuttin, what? Motherfucker

Time is money nigga, that's all I'ma say

Poobs we fuckin out, see you at the finish line