Holiday
(专辑: Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) - 2007)
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]