Yeah, what up?
New York City, what up?
This your boy, to the Dash
S.P., Double R
Hell and Back
Styles straight out the penn
[Styles P]
You don`t like my shit you could bite my dick
I got a case, I`ma fight my shit
I got a blunt, I`ma light my shit
I`ma chain smoke with cocaine sellers
Stick up kid took the game over
Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks
I`m at the dealer coppin shit they ain`t make yet
You think you`re nigga happy, I`m just trigger happy
Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at me
I got major plans, you get in the way
And your throat is the place where my banger lands
You don`t wanna anger me, upset me or startle me
You don`t want a part of me, I`m goin for the arteries
And I`m a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of death
You about to die loser
This is Holiday and Dash-On
We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don`t need a mask on