Discipline – D-block – letras

[Styles P:]Straw… 354… Ghost…Feel this… yeahLet me break it down I’ma nigga to Ryde or Die homey2 Gunz Up or they either on my side homeyI ain’t first base so I won’t let you slide on meI ain’t Great Adventure so I won’t let you Ryde on meYou opened ya mouth but believe I can shut it niggaP ain’t the barber but ya face I can shut it niggaSpent a half a million on the lawyer niggaExtraordinary Gentlemen just like Tom Sawyer nigga, yeahBust the rifle from far awayAnd I’m still tryna figure the triflin’est part of dayIs it morning when the fiends copOr is it noon when the willies wake up from they dream ockOr is it night time when we all grind till the green comeI’m smoked out with a machine gunI’m in something all black know I’m always on the lean sonSteady lookin’ for the cream maAnd I’m probably with a bad bitchBut I’m usually for delf where I’m headed where the cash isWhen you come through the hood get a pass like Steve Nash kidCause shit thicker than molasses; get blasted[Snyp Life:]They say you only really as good as ya last rhymeSo I make sure my next one bring back timeSo niggaz can reminiese when they last had shineThrough my lines see that’s heart feltMake a cold heart meltGring ain’t for everybody homie get a new routeRe-in’ with the same shit you only see the same shit’Se goin’ through them shoot outs my niggaz did the same shitAnd they bang ‘fits and they ‘on’t care who you came withMe I just happen to spit and got a knack for flippin’ packs on the stripTurnin’ rags to chips put that hawk in ya face ‘fore I squeeze my clipI ‘on’t clap back I pop first read my lips3-5-4 nigga the shit so tell ya menAnd for my nigga P I’m puttin’ it in till this shit endYou know what it is one for the Block two for the TeamScreamin’ 2 Gunz Up while I’m strippin’ ya gleam yo[Straw:]Ever since Straw small truck the mercedesYou’d think that I’d be dumpin’ a pump the way it drive the streets crazyThe flows crack 60 for a verse is a packAnd 16 keep the fiends comin’ backIt got me where I can’t be without my hard hatTeflon long sleeve and a large gatHeat seekin’ shells attract to ya body heatAnd even bullet time couldn’t help you dodge thatIt’s too easy niggaz can’t handle my beef it’s too greasy500 SL Benz with 3 TVsNarc scope radar lens with green screens; built in beamsAnd some eagles in the trunk with the money and caineTryna figure out the best route boat or tha trainCause wit 9:11 crime feds watchin’ the planesIt’s them Arliss boys at it again, immaculate mane[Bully:]Comin’ to box the S knockin’ A Tribe Called QuestI’m comin’ for you bad guys like I’m Elliot NessI’m with the host the GhostWe gave you toast to coast it’s 354 bitch you supposed to knowI got it, you get it, you pay it, I spray it, you wit itThere never been a time in my life that I couldn’t get itStill got my eye on the prize, still in the hood with them guysStill got the hood and gloves, the ski mask for diguiseMotherfuckers been hatin’ you ready to dance with SatanThe Rugers cocked; I’m patiently waitin’P just gimme the word on these herbs that’s my wordMail his head to his mom in a jar that preserveHannibal Lector style nigga dinner servedStill got birds with curves that move birdsGucci frame Donna Karen bitches that’s nerdsGet in where yo fit in motherfucker that’s my word