Styles P

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Crawling Back To You

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Let The Story Tell (Feat. FlowEthics)

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[Hook]
Guess who's coming to dinner.. mighty D-block
Guess who's coming to dinner.. mighty mighty D-Block

D-Block- oh-oh-oh-oh D- block

[Sheek Louch]
(louder, louder, yeh, Don Don)
Okay I lyrically ejaculate
I come on tracks go 'head and hate
Go inside, run and hide

Coz this gon boost the murder rate
Flying with the long behind me
Nickel plate, extra shiny
Got this woman on my tip like they name is Tiny
Every hood, light is up, dark liquor, plastic cup
Sour diesel, hoodie on, gun out like what the fuck
Porsche turbo, yankee blue, Derek Jeter of his crew
Ros

I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
whipping work, halleluiah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.
I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
whipping work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.

My Rolls Royce triple black
I'm iche hoe,
Balling in the club, bottles like I'm miche hoe
Ros� that's my nickname
Cocaine running in my big vain
Self made you just affiliate
I build the ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers nothings been authenticated
Funny you claiming the same bitch that I'm penetrating
Hold the bottles up where my comrades
Where the fucking felons, where my dawns at
I got that entrebunker and it's so white III
jussssst might charge you double.

I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
getting work, halleluiah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.
I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
getting work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.

These mother fuckers mad that I'm icey,
Stunt so hard make them come and night me
I think I'm big meech look at my time peace
It anodomere hundred wrecks at least
Look at yourself now look at me
You cant see a nigga I'm what you you use to be
Look at it this way you niggaz side ways
Always getting money my nigaaz time pace
So fuck a nigga I'm self made
You a sucka nigga I'm self paid
This for my broke niggas
This for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga

I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
whipping work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.
I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
whipping work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.

[Styles P rap]
.....

I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
getting work, halleluiah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.
I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
getting work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.

When you left
I lost a part of me
It's still so hard to believe
Come back baby please
Cause we belong together

Show your respect
Whenever you hear me
or see me
This is the emancipation
of Mimi
Hot like a real fever
the real diva
So successful
yet still so eager
No matter what they say
it's on for ever
It's our time right now
more than ever
Til the death
we gon get it on together
And MC
you know we belong together
Come on
I lost a part of me
When you left boy
can't you see
Boy come back baby please
'Cause we belong together
Who am I gonna lean on
When the times get rough
Who's gon talk to me
Til the sun comes up
Who's gon take your place
There ain't nobody better
Oh baby baby
we belong together
I only think of you
On two occasions
That's day and night
I'd go for broke
If I could be wit you
Only you can make it right
Make it right make it right
We belong together
Like the sun
in the summertime
Bounce in a lemon range
Skip in a Hummer lime
P and Kiss in and out
Mariah on the other line
Baby I'ma come back
Believe it'll come a time
We belong together
Like peanut butter and jelly
Februaries and skellies
After parties and tellies
Feelin you in my stomach
Like you a part of my belly
Baby I'ma come back
With every part of you ready
I lost a part of me
when you left
boy can't you see
Boy come back baby please
Cause we belong together
Who am I gonna lean on
When the times get rough
Who's gon talk to me
Til the sun comes up
Who's gon take your place
There ain't nobody better
Oh baby baby
we belong together
I can't sleep at night
When you are on my mind
Bobby Womack's on the radio
Singin to me
If you think you're lonely now
Wait until tonight
Boy I'm feeling
all out of my element
I'm throwing things cryin
Tryin' to figure out
Where the hell I went wrong
The pain reflected
in this song
Ain't even half of
what I'm feeling inside
I need you
need you back in my life
Baby
Let's go
You gonn need
a shoulder to cry on
Classic Mustang Cobra
to ride on
Past is the past
Just let it be bygones
Matter of fact
I know a fly song
That we could vibe on
Let's get it straight
If it's the 6
or the quarter to eight
Then I'm thowin
Babyface or Shai on
Yeah and Kiss ghost and MC
Get close and toast
to the diva and MC's
The trees will blow
Big cups Pino Grigio
Take it easy yo
We belong together
we know that
Now I think that
it's about time we show that
Even though every moment
won't be a Kodak
Sometimes we argue
I spazz out grab my bozak
Come back not
cause I have to I want to
No I don't just
wanna have you
I want you
I lost a part of me
When you left
boy can't you see
Boy come back baby please
Cause we belong together
Who am I gonna lean on
When the times get rough
Who's gon talk to me
Til the sun comes up
Who's gon take your place
There ain't nobody better
Oh baby baby
we belong together

we belong together

we belong together

we belong together

we belong together

we belong together

L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea

L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea

Sheek Louch cummin' through wavin' the 4, 4
Night boots, black hudie, tell me who want war
Coke on the glass table, some rock vodka
Dutchie rolled, soaked 'n' quevlow gold

Ma swag is up, ma bars in tight
The house, the bitches, the jewelry, the cars is right
The hammer light, titanium
I'll put 3 in ya cranium
Like pop, pop, pop
Cannot stop

Now bring it back

It used to be 500 k in the closet
Now it's a couple M's every time I deposit
Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik
Stack whatever you get, don't spend, you got it

On top of that stay consistent with your product
Don't matter if it's just weed or if it's narcotic
Due time you'll be pullin' of the lot in something exotic

L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea

L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea

Boss dundotta
Dance with the devil
Never bought the bitch product
You ain't gettin' notta

Pam won't light, I'm going light it hotta
Then a slug from my 4 pound
Like sum pretty pussy 1's
I'm a tear you all down
We can go to war now

L.O X muthafucka
Rich on a plane
Couple bucks 'n' ma trucka
Shoot from anywhere
Like niggas in the rukus

Gettin stronga, barral longa
Coup shorter, jar of dat water
Malinium flow
Kamora times 2, malinium hoe

Tattooed up diamond cross
Hip hops Randy Moss
Dump the whole clip and toss
Hottest group
Let the beef loup

And we barry you niggas
In yo pocket like kiss and jiggas
Big money, big car
And big cagars

L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea

L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea

Comas, frunaral
Wheelchairs paraplegics
Reel life so you gotta believe it
If you did have a goal
Then you gotta acheive it

'Cause your body stays hear
But your soul gotta leave it
Square feet, hot wheels
200 bricks 1 shot deals

'Cause every body down will pop pills
It's hard to top that
Point blank the goddest got crack
We U P S body parts back

I don't get the newest Benz
I get the newest house, newest business
I learned that from my Jewish friend
I brake bread with the Arabs

But I'm African
So I got doe chillen in the gray Calv
I could hit u with a hook
Or a straight jab

Or I could cock it back
'N' shoot you in ya face, hag
And you know I'm from Y O nigga
I got every kind of charger
Even the Y O nigga

L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger

(feat. The Alchemist)

[Styles P:]
Pain... pain... pain...
Pain... pain... pain...

All I know is pain, all I seen is death
Couple homies and brother gone, when I'm gon' step
I ain't suicidal, damn my brain need rest
Think about my childhood, pain in my chest
Past is the past, future ain't great
All right in the hood when any day could be my last
Pop somethin back, they wanna sue me for my math
Hawk some back, they wanna sue me for my math
Hard bein a gangsta rapper, you don't know the half
You ain't got to condone it but you was never homeless
And you ain't never fast, so you don't know the wrath
To takin a long walk, down the wrong path
All I know is pain - everything I did wrong
I did it in vain, that's why I'm tryin to change
Live for my seeds but the game ain't change
Only the strong survive, I will maintain

[Chorus: Styles P (Alchemist)]
All I know is ? pain; all I give is - pain
All I give is ? pain; all I live is - pain
Only thing I know is mad years in the game
(It's no love, ice cold blood runnin all through my veins)
All I know is ? pain; all I give is - pain
All I give is ? pain; all I live is - pain
Only thing I know is mad years in the game
(It's more than rhymes, more shine than the diamonds on your chain)

[Styles P:]
What you know about pain?
Blood, sweat and tears where I'm standin in the rain
If I don't blow Mary Jane I'm goin insane
Before I had a car I was in the fast lane
Drug dealer stick up kids for the neck game, a lot that I regret
But I made it as a rapper, and it's not what I expect
For a fact, this business is more crooked
The boys'll sell they souls to the devil, the Lord lookin
See in you hell just in case that we all cookin
I got sins too, lot of foul shit that I been through
The world is God house, I'm just a window - pane
Tryin to maintain up to the end yo

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]
All I know is pain, I feel so drained
Rap niggaz is insane, they on Procaine
What they call hot, I would call so lame
They don't care about the art, and they show no shame
If you ain't gettin spins, then you ain't gon' win
But if you came from the bottom you should stay goin in
The Ghost don't make it then the Phantom gon' win
I'm a make the kids richer, make grandma grin

[Chorus]

I don't really care, what I sell or what I sold
As long as I give my soul, whenever my story told
I don't know how you roll but I roll all alone
In a zone knowin' **** well, my little brother home

Still feel him in the passenger seat
I can't see him and I wish that he could chatter with me
In due time until then you would see I got more than a few rhymes
Thought I'd be there to see him like more than a few times

Tryin' to stay away from beef but **** is gettin' deep
My restin' right, it's like I'm on lay away from sleep
I think I should have been an author or somethin'
Disappear like hoofer or somethin'
Come back when they offer me somethin'

My word eye gotta a little crust in my third eye
Headaches is why I've been meditating, thoughts is devastating
Could this be my last life, maybe my past life
Is the future when I'm asleep? So what was last night?
I'm going in deep and you know the ghost

Alone in the street
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning
You know I'm trying to see more

Alone in the street
All day, all night, all by myself
You know that I'm alright

Alone in the street
7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m.
You know I trying to get it in

Alone in the street
All day, all night

Mad live could learn to bounce out on a bad vibe
Or even keep a gun in your cab ride
Have I ever thought about my life as a bad guy?
Made a little money sellin' rocks that was cap sized

Robbed a lot of people like I never was baptized
Yeah, I was a very young teen when I took my **** hotter
But got right off my dean when I could book the ramatta
'Cause I rather be a robber or a midnight morata

There's a part of me that loves bein' gangsta
All of me, I couldn't help but get in the game
The **** was callin' me and I think that I was callin' it back
But you can't help but trip when you fall in a trap

If the lord call who got the phone for callin' him back?
These are man made, why dont'cha tell man to do that?
But he can't so I'm a stay on a spiritual flap
'Cause it's a up hill battle and I'm dealin' with that

Alone in the street
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning
You know I'm trying to see more

Alone in the street
All day, all night, all by myself
You know that I'm alright

Alone in the street
7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m.
You know I trying to get it in

Alone in the street
All day, all night

Consider this the sermon, start the burnin'
Never said you was hard, I ain't give you the permit
I might think your vermette, better yet vomit
Alone in the streets with the gun by the armpit

Can't put the sharks with the pine fish, that's conflict
Sorta like mixin', boy scouts with the convicts
Somebody go and pay if somebody gonna play
'Cause the streets cold hearted than a hot summer day

If you gonna rap, please stop, run away
Go home, flush your crack then give your gun away
'Cause the rules is written down in invisible ink
Just consider what the critical think
Don't rat, do ya bid in the clink

Stand tall little boy
Get ya self a shank, if you feelin' paranoid
But real talk, ****, jail talk, I know home sweet
Even locked down in a cage is where you don't be

Alone in the street
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning
You know I'm trying to see more

Alone in the street
All day, all night, all by myself
You know that I'm alright

Alone in the street
7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m.
You know I trying to get it in

Alone in the street
All day, all night

<Intro: Swizz Beatz>
Swizzie! (Ghost!)
Yeah, Smoke, now
S.P. C'mon, S.P. C'mon
Ghost - It's showtimes, It's showtime!
Ghost - Lighters in the air!

<Chorus: Swizz Beatz>
I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind)
You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

<Styles P>
Mind blown and I'm tore down
Still Blow an once and a half, even more now
Yeah, put your lighters in the air, light it up in here
Yeah, put it in the air, see if I'm a puff in here
You should find that I came to blow my mind out
Pass it and you dorp it I'm a put you on time out
Like Joe Frazier I'm smokin, mere bang out in the open
In the tub, but it feel like the ocean
I swear to God it be floatin
And I don't need a car to be coastin, you could say
that I'm boastin
But this is S.P., and I know my time
When I hear showtime, I'm a blow my mind

<Chorus: Swizz Beatz>
I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind)
You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

<Styles P>
The black hippie, the sack with me, the lighter too
I have dreams of Amsterdam everynight or two(Amsterdam)
I feel good, the sky couldn't be a brighter blue
Sun lookin like a tangerine
You got green and it's mean, brother hit me like a tambourine
I need a minute to myself, second to my self
Pass the dutchie on the left, Whoever's suckin on the L
I'm a need candy cause I know my breath is gon' smell
I don't get sleep but some good restin off a L
Mind blown, time fly, time gone
Missed my exit on the highway I ride on
Roll another one, get in my good time zone

<Chorus: Swizz Beatz>
I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind)
You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

<Styles P>
I'm gone, the 'gnac and the wine gone
Eyes look stoned shoot but what, I'm grown
Over 21, come ober to my zone
In less that two hours see a so box blown
Lovin the smeel, feelin the texture
And we got a whole lot but we still gettin extra
Guess what's on the menu for breakfast
Roll with the Ghost if you wanna get messed up

<Chorus: Swizz Beatz>
I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind)
You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

<Outro : Styles P>
I mean just get blown away
You know... Do what you do
Bungie jump or somethin, speed in the car
Do whatever blows your mind away
I know what blows mine away

<Swizz Beatz>
You should roll somethin up so you can just um,
blow your mind

(feat. Max B)

Yeah
L-O-X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers

[Styles Paniro:]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to get me this loot
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin to Swizz
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'm a give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

[CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles]
[Jadakiss:] Uh huh, HOLIDAY
[Styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L

[Styles Paniro:]
Yo...
I do it all for my niggas, even ride with a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'm a get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz'
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash
Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now bitch you oughta know I'm a ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke

[CHORUS]

[Intro: Styles P]
Ohh man, I mean
I gotta do somethin for the ladies, right?
It's that kind of beat right here Poobs
I feel it, let's go

[Styles P:]
Yeah, you told your man look at her
Then he was like, "Damn look at her"
Knee boots, mink shirt, top made of fur
And now you like, "I wonder where she work"
She on the dance floor, you like the twist and the jerk
She sweeter than Ms. Butterworth
And now you like, "Ma, who you?
Got 'em sick like the flu how you dipped in Lou"
She remind you of your first .22
She real small with a lot of bang
You give her a ring cause you and her gotta hang
She swear to God that, you and her got a thing

[Chorus: Styles P]
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice face, nice waist - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice hips, nice lips - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice eyes, nice size - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice walk, nice talk - damn look at her

[Styles P:]
She look good in her gym clothes in fact
With a little Air Max with the pins in the wrap
All her friends are tens or similar to that
Got a walk for the runway; talk that can fund-raise
With a smile that look brighter than the sun ray
And she's a real classy chick
You know the type that you probably see a athlete with
A rapper, actor, or a activist
Or a C.E.O. dude that had to be rich
Or a drug dealin kingpin that have them bricks
You like, "Damn if I could have them hips, or I could have them lips"
You look at her, and imagine this

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]
Yeah, you was like, "Damn look at her"
She remind you of a car, it's probably the flyin spur
Or maybe it's the Audi with the real good curves
You tryin to get up in her ear with the feel good words
Felt real confident, know you was willy
Told shorty that she was sweeter then the strawberry Phillies
Said some old school stuff like, "Boy you was silly"
Then you hand her over your jacket, you knew she was chilly
Now you got her, she got you, you all in the spot too
You like her, she like you, both of y'all hot too
Now it's goin down and the plan occur
And you got her in the bed like, "Damn look at her"

[Chorus]

(feat. Ghostface Killah)

[Intro: Styles P (Ghostface)]
Yo Vinny Idol, what do you call under the underground?
(Twin Ghost Experience!) YEAH!

[Styles P:]
From a hood where niggaz is miserable
Either gon' dead you or leave you in critical
Niggaz talkin money then show me the visual
And then stand right there and get plucked like a chicken feather
Stickin up the stick-up kids, nigga I'm sick as ever
The gun is my bitch, and I bet you we stick together
Stuck like two dogs fuckin
You must be ready to die, fuckin with me like, you want somethin
Ring your bell and I have you like "Who call? "
Smack you with a bat like Pujols, bottom of the ninth
You don't wanna see me at the bottom of the pint
Rowdy, be outtie cause I'm a problem for the night
Problem for your life, leg or arm missin
I can step it up, have you doubt or your mom missin
S.P. the Ghost and I'm trom' hittin
Arm kickin anytime I'm spittin nigga just like a bomb hittin

[Chorus: Styles P (Ghostface)]
Somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (for they plate nigga)
You know I go hard for the cake
When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state (nigga what)
I'm the star - somebody food gettin ate (food gettin ate, gettin ate)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (robbed for they plate motherfucker)
You know I go hard for the cake (it's the Twin Ghost Experience!)
When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state
I'm the star

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo, yo I'm a tell you how we do on the Island
Squeeze your girl ass, now what, knock your punk ass off balance
You can't come through Mickey D's, no burger no cheese
Find your head missin, do you still want the #3?
+Big Mac+, large order of 9's, no shake, we got shells
Pissin on y'all bitches like R. Kell's
And more or less staple your balls together
And light you in kerosene, melt your whole face in your sweater
You see the rubber gloves, thugs
Nervous doctors play in the E.R., still wind up pullin the plug
Cause it's a Twin Ghost Experience, flesh and spirit
We bang, even the dead listen to deadly lyrics
Make Big turn in his grave, even 'Pac can hear it
Cochran, on Dirt's death, yo they tryin to appeal it
But fuck that, all we want is the crack, the cash in bags
Come through heavy, you might get yapped; motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]
A lot of niggaz hoped I would die young
Pitched in the hood hard, want me to Cy Young
Real sharp words, guess I got me a fly tongue
Always get high cause I feel high-strung
I don't buy jewels, I buy haze and I buy guns
Or they "hear me now" like the dude from Verizon
Look at my eyes son, you won't see the next horizon
Kickin that typical rap, despicable rap
Or to get a hawk in your face, clip in your back
Guess who, still keep the thing in the sweatsuit
Hot blood leakin out your face is the best soup
Food in the kitchen nigga, shit in the restroom
Wreck when it's wreck time, S.P. the Ghost is five star
Orders to the death when I rep mine
King and the queen die, just like chess time
If I don't kill you now I'll catch yo' ass next time

[Chorus]

[Tupac:]
They'll never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my four-five,
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus,
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust,
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain,
So I'm hopeless,
Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry,
I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me,
What should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family,
What else could I do?
But be a thug,
Out slangin' with the homies,
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs,
Got my mind on danger,
Never been a stranger to homicide,
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys,
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young,
But still a victim of the 12 gauge,
My memories of a corpse,
Mind full of sick thoughts, IIIIIIIIIII
And I ain't goin' back to court,
So fuck what you thought,
I'm drinkin' hennessey,
runnin from my enemies,
Will I live to be 23?
There's so much pain.

(Chorus)

Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

[Big Stretch:]
Years and years of that rough life,
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife,
Livin' trife on the regular,
Buckin' out competitors,
See them take a move and check em down like a fuckin' predator,
Get in trouble everyday in school,
Act a fool,
And you know I had to break every rule,
Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep',
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step,
But my grimiest grimeys with love for me,
Pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me,
Aiiyo currency kept passin' me by,
But I didn't cry,
Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke,
And now the money's lookin' lovely,
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rob me,
Kick 'em the game,
It's all the same,
I kick it back yo,
Give 'em slack yo,
And now they label me the mack yo,
People check it,
Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman,
You heard man,
Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand,
Damn! At least I'm realistic, with my biscuit,
You know you get your ass twisted,
So run for cover,
Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust,
So if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust,
A lot of pressure with the street fame,
It's a deep game,
And my mama always cryin',
Yo there's so much pain,

(Chorus)

Ohhhh...
Ohhhh...

[Tupac:]
They got me mobbin' like I'm,
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on,
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on,
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me,
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me,
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion,
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin',
I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high,
On the lookout for my enemies,
Don't wanna die,
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major,
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor,
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone,
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong,
These sorry bastards,
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see,
And everyday it's just a struggle,
Steady thuggin' on the streets,
And I'll be ballin' loc,
Don't let 'em make you worry,
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried,
I was born to raise hell,
A nigga from the gutta,
Word to mutha I'm tough,
I'm kickin dust up,
Ready to bust,
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean,
Until they kill me,
I'll be livin this life,
I know you feel me,
There's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Styles P:]
Ghost
Vinny Idol nigga
YEAH~! Flipsyde

[Flipsyde (Styles P):]
And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn..)
Burn one down (this song.. the fuck..)
And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN.. YEAH!)
Burn one down

[Styles P:]
I don't care if it's a blunt or a mic right
If it's daytime I'm lookin forward to night lights
Real street cat, but you know that I'm nice right
And I ain't got to cram, but in a minute I might write
And I don't want that, I want somethin that burn long
A lot of money and a long career that could earn strong
Burn one down this time with the Flipsyde
Burn one down for the homies with sick rides
Burn one down; I'm the one that put the fire on the track
I'm the +Ghost+, so I got the hood, +ridin+ on my back
Ain't no front door, I'm the one slidin through the back
You want heat? I'm the one that's providin you with that
What? Nigga


[Chorus: Flipsyde (Styles P)]
And I'm gonna burn one down
(Set or strip, it's money to get, nigga) Burn one down
And I'm gonna burn one down
(Dutch or wood, club or hood, nigga) Burn one down
And I'm gonna burn one down
(Mic on rapid, know what I'm after, nigga) Burn one down
And I'm gonna burn one down
(Crew or click, wheover you get, nigga) Burn one down



[Styles P:]
Third one down; if you in the top five rappers
then you should be a concerned one now
I take anybody, one turn, one round
Just to get the crown, keep your round on the ground
None of y'all is big, not to be funny but
none of y'all is Big, keep talkin that king shit
none of y'all can live, cause I be on the streets where
none of y'all is, it's funny y'all is
talkin 'bout how much money y'all get
But I'm 'bout to show the game how cruddy I get
Burn one down like a log in the fireplace
Whoever think they're the king well come along and try the ace
Yeah, nigga~!

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]
Burn an MC like an arsonist
Tell him I'm the hardest in the game when he market it
Seven-six-oh, L.I. and it's carpeted
Five blunts rolled right up where the locket is, YEAH
Is that so ill, I spit like the flames
out the back of the Batmobile; yeah I rap but
you gon' be a rat fo' real, D-Block
Double R nigga clap yo' steel
Burn one down, in a dutch or a wood or a Swisher Sweet
If it's goin down watch the whole hood lift the heat
And I'ma blow cause it's my turn now
Pass the dutch motherfucker, I'ma burn one down
Yeah!

[Chorus]

What up Jon (testing one, two, three)
What up Kon (convict music)
Let's go (can you believe it?)

Fresh white tee (fresh)
Fresh car walls (fresh)
Summertime hood niggas look like stars (look like stars)
Jewelery drip, fresh white airs (fresh white airs)
Mummy shake it up keep your ass right there (oh can you believe it?)
My man got liquor and my cups right here (i got my cup)
I can smell smoke pass the dutch right here (pass that dutch)
Nigga pass that, Capri pants with the waist cut off
I wanna smash that (oh can you believe it?)
Party ran pack, mingling baby
And I can LL shake, you jingling baby
Back your ass up, I'm a start tingling baby
We can have more fun if wiggling baby (yea can you believe it?)
P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it
Nigga don't cuff it if you ain't in love with it
Matter fact let the grub get it
Please don't hate cause at least you can say you was with it

[Chorus]
Can you believe it?
Get a break and get off the streets
Clear my mind from the shit I see
In a world full of smoke
Contact from the weed
That's when it really bond on me
I'm a be here for life
I ain't never gonna leave
The ghetto is all that I know
It's just another day in the hood my nigga playing back trying get this dough
Yellin' out oh
All up in the club and you know how we roll
Squad deep like oh
Bad little bitches with their booty on score trying to beat like, oh
Know your ass feel it cause its outta control
Let me hear you say oh
Let me hear you say oh oh
Can you believe it?

Big ass truck (big new truck), brand new rims
Tank top Yankee (tank top Yankee), tanned out Tim's
Bracelet, chain, fronts bob thin (fronts bob thin)
New tattoos, new black shoes (hey can you believe it?)
Gucci, Ermays, do that too (do that too)
Wanna feel the breeze get a new black coupe
Nigga drop the top, come through the hood
Put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot
(oh oh oh can you believe it?)
Lending outfits all on the bus (all of us on the bus) cause none of us could
See a summer without trips (none of us can see it)
Mad hoops so the little boys might bark at you but they all act good
At the hood barbecue

[Chorus]

Basketball tournaments, pit bull pups
Ladies in the club poring Chris in cups
Niggas in the jail calling home on the phone (they locked up)
But you still trying to act like aint shit enough (and now can you believe it?)
Mad sieves in the park, mad fights in the park
Niggas talk how they run every night from the narcs
Aside from the light to the dark (light to the dark)
Then the dark to the light
I wanna smoke but I could search for my life

Can you believe it? I done spent ten again
Watching her bend again, dancing for many men
Tell me have ever though about getting in (have you ever thought)
A room full of convicts and D Block militants (D block militants)
We'll show you the time of your life (time of your life)
You can occupy my passenger side (come on girl)
Introduce you to the street life
Watch you fall in love after just one night
Oh all up in the club and you know how we roll, squad deep like
Oh
Bad little bitches with their booty on score trying to beat like oh
Know your ass feel it cause its outta control
Let me hear you say oh, let me hear you say oh oh
Can you believe It?

Can you believe It? (Can you believe It?)
Lil Jon, Akon, S.P. the ghost
Feel what we trying to do (Can you believe It?)
Can you believe It?