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[Styles P] Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent That's what KRS said The Ghost nigga, time is money Double R, D-Block Poobs let's go If it's beef better move on nigga, or get shot in the head Or trucked over by the UConn nigga (trucked over) Touch me, lose two arms, nigga you might think you hot You dead wrong, you just lukewarm nigga I'm colder than the ice in the freezer Butcher knife slice and you seize up 44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia Late night I'm pipin a diva All my niggaz hyper and eager In case I miss the hit the sniper'll leave ya This case it's better to give than be the receiver In the M-6 blowin the weed up Comin through the hood makin sure that it's G'd up I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I read up My rap is like coke, so my shit stay ki'd up Y'all lil' niggaz new to the slums I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun Ask the streets who can spit an iller fluid than son SongtexteSheeit, nobody right? (Nobody) Kill you, you a nigga nobody like Fuck with me if you lookin for the rowdy type I get it buzzin with cousin Six dozen bullets skippin in the Audi right This is Styles nigga, I keep it comin like gunshots And you ain't said nuttin in the wild nigga You ain't said nuttin, what? Motherfucker Time is money nigga, that's all I'ma say Poobs we fuckin out, see you at the finish line Aus Songtexte Mania