Live by the Gun - Styles P

If this was back then I would’ve gunned you down

With the 44 large that make the thunder sound

I know niggas with tonnes and pounds

I would cut your head off if I want your crown

I been quiet in the cut

Y’all niggas little boys

Don’t make me tire a nigga up

And fire a nigga up

Let 'em burn like the blunt and the pistol

Ask 'em 'bout the kid in

I ain’t never been through the halls

But my name got a ring through the walls

For the type of shit I bring when I brawl

I was 16 pulling stings in the mall

Getting money over bitches

Serving fiends when they call

But fuck then, we dealing with now nigga

I’ll kill you, I ain’t feeling your style nigga

Yeah I’m rude, I paid my dues, even made news

Shot shit, stabbed shit, even been sued

So overstand or feel me nigga

I ain’t talking the car shit now it’s realty nigga

Late night I take a look through the sky lights

Money on your head but they ain’t paying my price

Get it?

Time is Money, look at the hour nigga

You got the cash but we got

The respect and the power nigga

If you street then you know we the bosses

This shit could get ugly

Mad bodies when they leaving their office

Ayo SP save your breath

I’ma let this fucking shotgun cave his chest

Give him whiplash man

I bet the impact break his neck

Leave his ass underneath of the basement steps

You hungry nigga?

I’ll let you taste your death

I’m the best thing now go head and place your bets

I’m nuclear, y’all cocksuckers is new born

I got a new firearm and the beams syracuse orange

Fuck all y’all niggas y’all get moved on

Time is money, so I’ma just kill you and move on

Wudup, D-Block, two toasters up

Nigga die if you fuck around with Ghost and Buck

You see a niggas upset when the toast get buck

And you laying the street and you opened up

And the doc said that he can’t close you up

And your man had a gat but he froze and duck

Pussy!

Y’all sweet like coconuts

I hold my nuts, on the post posted up

Used to stand on the block for hours

And couldn’t get a sale

Then we bagged dimes for hours

And use a bigger scale

Block like a bad earthquake, off the Richter scale

Two stacks per hour, ran through a brick quick as hell

I’m from

I’ll die tryna get my mail

I don’t box but I’ll box you

Try