Freestyle (styles P) – D-block – letras

[gunshot] {Forget about it Mario!}[Styles P:]Better let these lil’ niggaz know_Time is Money_, I’m backYou want beef anybody just call my nameIn the streets S.P. in the hall of fameBeen the hardest nigga out mad years in a rowTell your bitch you ain’t a pimp, you really a hoeIt’s funny how you bluffin them suckersOnly time S.P. is with the cops is in cuffs muh’fuckersAnd you should listen up the first moment I spokeAct up and get shot through your clothing or coatAnd now that we back to the hoodiesExtra clips in the footies, have niggaz lookin « Damn how could he? »Leave them niggaz lookin like thatAnd they ain’t no gangsters, they ain’t in Queens or Brooklyn like thatHeard niggaz made it big time, no lookin backMe I’m in the streets of Y.O.You would think I’m fucked up too how I creep and ride slowThen I hit Harlem and the HeightsGot 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 painBut I’ma peel the whole block ’til they squeal his nameS.P. don’t play that shitAsk your boss to try me, you won’t okay that shitNiggaz say it’s your girl I lay that bitchHeadcracks since we been layin on ADAT bitchLil’ nigga I been O.G.I go broke in New York I got cash in a crib OTAnd I’ma bring the pain like a toothacheLast thing I saw was his boot shake, I’m makin the roof breakI get up in your mouth like toothpasteI’m dark like Batman, this big gun is makin you Two FaceGet it? Motherfucker