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f/ P.K.iller, Swizz Beatz
P.K.iller!
Verse 1
Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us
hop in they whip and ride for us
pop in the skull in they frame, s**t
it's a body for a body for the love of the game
But 'll call the precinct with your government name
but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on
and if a nigg* bury my man, I bury his mom
I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate
hop in the hoop', grab a bird, get outta the state
stay in the dirt, dog we like pieces of s**t
dealin coke like cars, come lease you a brick
Holiday b*tch, I show you what a 38 special do
Turn vegetable, salad as*
Never send a coward around violent as*
I'ma always bust my gun, use my knife
ride or die, til the day I lose my life
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Y'all know we in here! YO! Tell me who's in here! YO!
Y'all know we in here! YO! Tell me who's in here! YO!
You dealin with the streets, YO! you dealin with the thugs! YO!
You dealin with the set, YO! so y'all throw it up!
Verse 2
It don't matter who you are, or what you say
aint no rapper you name fkin wit Styles
and I'll probably die young, shot in the war
but I aint never give a fk, and I always was wild
and I'd rather have a open case, than an open face
kill every witness, I aint goin to trial
and everybody's a gangsta, nobody's p*ssy
there's alotta lying and I know who you are
Next time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bail
I'ma kill a hundred , right in front of
When cops come through, they gettin it too
Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang
, it's the Holiday crew
get money, kill , do robberies too
cuz you fkin wit the grimiest, sheistiest
can't wait to die dog, life's a b*tch
HOOK 2X
Verse 3
I'ma die screamin, fk you, meet me in hell
cuz I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeper
look at the ink on my arm, I tattooed the reaper of death
and they call me Holiday, I let a slug go in your shirt
and wait for the leak in your chest
I'll probably black out, think about my welfare days
and times I had to sleep on the steps
don't want it wit me, you could call me arrogant dog
until you get stabbed in the jaw
P'll run up in the hospital, stab you some more
don't you fk wit no nigg* that be plannin for war
I got slugs that go through you, put your man on the floor
purplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peeps
project was p*ssy and the lobby was sweet
had alotta mouth, but they body was weak
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