[Styles]
It's sorta like the Holy Trinity
I'ma say
I say it's like three different guns you fucking fagots
Get shot three different ways
Matter fact, make that six different ways
Gun in each hand bitch
None of y'all better
"Ain't none of y'all better"
If it is name it
We'll squash you, ASAP, feel it

All I know, niggas give me all my dough
Like Boston George coming through with all my blow
Right now I'm trying to charter a jet
Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the block trying to screw up your plans
Cause I still rob niggas for coke
Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin the dope
I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast
Like Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel
Kill a motherfucker cause a corpse don't talk (no doubt)
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head
If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch

[Chorus]
Int none of y'all better
What y'all know about
Put in my work
On the block
Aint none if y'all better
But you know it's all real
Is it real? Yeah son!
Aint none of y'all better
What y'all know about
Put in my work
On the block
Aint none of y'all better
"bet you know it's all real
Is it real? Yeah son!
Ain't none of y'all better

[Sheek]
Let's get it popping my nigga
Load the tech up and go shopping my nigga
And I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store
You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw
And I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year
If it means waving the hammer and leaving you there
If it means grabbing your kids out daycare
Somebody losing a seed, pay or bleed
It's Sheek Louch, I ain't got no heart
I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark
I put 28 holes through the icy car
Fuck around, like the God won't squeeze
If I don't see the badge I'm clapping the D's
LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker
The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker
Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what

[Chorus]

[Jadakiss]
Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the Pyrex
Over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Runners love to pump the bomb
They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms
You god, minus the 12 disciples
I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles
If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you
I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do
And everybody gon' follow me now
Down eighth and an Uzi mahogany brown
Fagots want you to kill 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up, like they aint got no money to get buried
You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker
In my block still doing twenty-five a day
Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what?

[Chorus]

Writer : PHILLIPS, JASON T/JACOBS, SEAN D/STYLES, DAVID
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing