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Lyricist: TM
Lyrics:
[Verse 1 : Styles P]
If this was back then I would've gunned you down With the 44 large that make the thunder sound I know niggas with tonnes and pounds I would cut your head off if I want your crown I been quiet in the cut Y'all niggas little boys Don't make me tire a nigga up And fire a nigga up Let 'em burn like the blunt and the pistol Ask 'em 'bout the kid in [?] I ain't never been through the halls But my name got a ring through the walls For the type of shit I bring when I brawl I was 16 pulling stings in the mall Getting money over bitches Serving fiends when they call But fuck then, we dealing with now nigga I'll kill you, I ain't feeling your style nigga Yeah I'm rude, I paid my dues, even made news Shot shit, stabbed shit, even been sued So overstand or feel me nigga I ain't talking the car shit now it's realty nigga Late night I take a look through the sky lights Money on your head but they ain't paying my price Get it? Time is Money, look at the hour nigga You got the cash but we got The respect and the power nigga If you street then you know we the bosses This shit could get ugly Mad bodies when they leaving their office
[Verse 2 : Raw Buck]
Ayo SP save your breath I'ma let this fucking shotgun cave his chest Give him whiplash man I bet the impact break his neck Leave his ass underneath of the basement steps You hungry nigga? I'll let you taste your death I'm the best thing now go head and place your bets I'm nuclear, y'all cocksuckers is new born I got a new firearm and the beams syracuse orange Fuck all y'all niggas y'all get moved on Time is money, so I'ma just kill you and move on Wudup, D-Block, two toasters up Nigga die if you fuck around with Ghost and Buck You see a niggas upset when the toast get buck And you laying the street and you opened up And the doc said that he can't close you up And your man had a gat but he froze and duck Pussy! Y'all sweet like coconuts I hold my nuts, on the post posted up Used to stand on the block for hours And couldn't get a sale Then we bagged dimes for hours And use a bigger scale Block like a bad earthquake, off the Richter scale Two stacks per hour, ran through a brick quick as hell I'm from [?] I'll die tryna get my mail I don't box but I'll box you Try [?]
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