(feat. Styles P)

Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.

Oh word, that %#@! a hit, that %#@! sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo this the Ghost right here my ^!$$%

Damn I missed my ^!$$% call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine

[Styles:] Pick up ya !@#$ phone man, I keep tryin to call you
Jesus Christ boy, one


Yeah, D-Block
Styles P you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go


[Sheek Louch]
You get smacked with the hammer ^!$$% play your position

Or rigamortis set in and you stay in in position

[Styles P]

^!$$% I'll hawk your $$#, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path


[SL]
I don't know nobody $#&@in wit us
I ain't Jerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like "The Bus"


[SP]
And you couldn't live this life and play this role

And like, never part with your gun and stay this cold

[SL]

Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather %#@!s, you the Michael Jackson glove


[SP]
I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it

I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated

[SL]

We don't reminisce (*##$ $$#, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing I'm bringin back


[SP]
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin


[Chorus x2]
Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets

Turn the bass up and try not to $#&@ up your seats
Rock that %#@!, every corner, knock that %#@!
^!$$%z try to front on us, @@#! that %#@!


[SL]
I guess I'm gettin older

Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder

[SP]

And ^!$$% I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat @@#!ed, and my blunt lit


[SL]
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek ^!$$%, dare you to speak


[SP]
%#@! I got plenty guns

And thugs that'll give a ^!$$% a hug and say they stab anyone

[SL]

You ain't never seen a ^!$$% jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red %#@! hangin from his waist


[SP]
^!$$% I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail
But I probly got two cells connected


[SL]
Yak in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism

[SP]

(*##$ this is mafia
It won't stop til they put you in the dirt
With the flowers on top of ya

[Chorus]


[SL]
Sheek goin broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a ^!$$% with no hands


[SP]
A lot of ^!$$%z screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the ^!$$%z is sleep

[SL]
I'll punch a ^!$$%z nose in, duckin and bustin

Cuttin and cussin, hold that you (*##$ $$# ^!$$%

[SP]
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
That's a $#&@in neck tie


[SL]
We turn (*##$ ^!$$%z skin maroon
Pump turn ^!$$%z voices like they hit a helium balloon

[SP]
If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all yall !@$)got ^!$$%z die according to Styles


[SL]
What ^!$$% you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody $#&@in wit Louch and P

[SP]
Yeah ^!$$% that's what's up

D-Block til the death mother$#&@er so our gats is up

[Chorus]