A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

STYLES lyrics : "Y'all Know We In Here"

P.K.iller!

[Verse 1]

Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us
hop in they whip and ride for us
pop ^!$$%s in the skull in they frame, %#@!

it's a body for a body for the love of the game
But ^!$$%s'll call the precinct with your government name
but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on

and if a ^!$$% 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 %#@!
dealin !@%!e like cars, come lease you a brick
Holiday (*##$, I show you what a 38 special do

Turn ^!$$%s vegetable, salad $$# ^!$$%s
Never send a coward around violent $$# ^!$$%s
I'ma always bust my gun, use my knife

ride or die, til the day I lose my life

[HOOK 2X: Swizz and P.K.iller]

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 $#&@in wit Styles

and I'll probably die young, shot in the war
but I aint never give a $#&@, 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 #~!!@
there's alotta ^!$$%s lying and I know who you are

Next time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bail
I'ma kill a hundred ^!$$%s, right in front of ^!$$%s
When cops come through, they gettin it too

Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang
@@#!sucker, it's the Holiday crew
get money, kill ^!$$%s, do robberies too

cuz you $#&@in wit the grimiest, sheistiest
can't wait to die dog, life's a (*##$


[HOOK 2X]

[Verse 3]

I'ma die screamin, $#&@ 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
^!$$%s 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 $#&@ wit no ^!$$% 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 #~!!@ and the lobby was sweet
^!$$%s had alotta mouth, but they body was weak


[HOOK 2X]

Submit Corrections