P.K.iller!
[Verse 1]
Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us
hop in they whip and ride for us
pop n****s in the skull in they frame, s**t
it's a body for a body for the love of the game
But n****s'll call the precinct with your government name
but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on
and if a n**** 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****, I show you what a 38 special do
Turn n****s vegetable, salad a** n****s
Never send a coward around violent a** n****s
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 f**kin wit Styles
and I'll probably die young, shot in the war
but I aint never give a f**k, 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****
there's alotta n****s lying and I know who you are
Next time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bail
I'ma kill a hundred n****s, right in front of n****s
When cops come through, they gettin it too
Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang
cocksucker, it's the Holiday crew
get money, kill n****s, do robberies too
cuz you f**kin wit the grimiest, sheistiest
can't wait to die dog, life's a b****
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[Verse 3]
I'ma die screamin, f**k 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
N****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 f**k wit no n**** 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***y and the lobby was sweet
n****s had alotta mouth, but they body was weak
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