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Correct Numbers Don't Lie Lyrics
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[Styles P] Hustle hard just to keep these streets locked Bitch, I'ma D-Block gangster, the one off Keith lock Ryde or die nigga that'll let that heat pop I go through walls, and y'all just shit rock You don't want your head in a bandage I'm gunnin for bread, you don't wanna be part of the sandwich I'm eating niggas food, thought they harder than can bitch Og shit stomp out their bandanas Pressure bust pipes, niggas asked if they fam lived Niggas don't give a fuck when they bustin them hammers I don't care if you dolo or with your set I just know your head is comin off with your neck You can catch me smoking a bag and I don't throw signs But if, niggas cross the line they gettin chocked with their flags And the hood know I'm on some bullshit You don't tempt P to wild out and empty out no full clip Lock that strap, two guns up In my black fatigue suit with my white sox hat I kill your whole block bitch my life's like that The hardest in New York cause I'm nice like that I use my knuckles to break jaws, the hawk'll put a Hole in your torso and you know what the eigth's for Headshots only It's far from the flinstones but you better believe it's bed rock homie I don't give a fuck never have never will My only concern is how to live it up I don't give a fuck, y'all could all get it so If it's going down know that I ain't givin up I don't give a fuck, that's how the hood is Ask me what's good I say two guns up I don't give a fuck, shitty ass attitude Mad drunk and high, comin through yo what up [Sheek Louch] I don't stop til the casket drop Moms is pop, face not showin like a number that's blocked Unavailable, run in your crib We the new york pirates of the fuckin caribb', motherfucka The barrel 'bout as long as a flute Left hand on my wrist, the impact make it bend when I shoot So I get low, one binocular, like the opera Bitch is gettin hit unless the nigga lay on top of her Real talk, my bars and my flow Is the sharpest thing next to a hawk, get a fault Eat with your nigga Don't compete with your nigga 'Cause it's love til the heat hit you nigga Feel me, same jeans on for ten days My re-up is heavy, your stash bout as light as a pen weighs If you don't want your side out Just stay home, when the real niggas ride out, hide out 'Cause if I'm involved with it I ain't comin to scrap I'm pullin up with my shit on my lap And I don't mean hands together when I say I'ma clap Don't be fools my guns can close down schools With enough blood to fill up pools Ayo P, who you want to lay down I can see these lil niggas movin up, like a ultrasound When it pull off, I spin em around that's for you I don't give a fuck never have never will My only concern is how to live it up I don't give a fuck, y'all could all get it so If it's going down know that I ain't givin up I don't give a fuck, that's how the hood is Ask me what's good I say two guns up I don't give a fuck, shitty ass attitude Mad drunk and high, comin through yo what up [Jadakiss] I seen it I did it I claimed Dreamt about it and became it One blue steel, one stainless I'ma D-block provider, although I also play a big part as a ryder All my bullets move around when they inside ya And niggas been foul since the days of Elijah Yeah, the coke is garbage, the prices is unreal Feds hittin niggas with flat bids for gun sales It ain't a game neither, they givin rico to the gang leaders Tell you the truth to hit a bank sweeter I got it mapped out I get the game in a choke hold and I ain't lettin go til y'all tap out And this here, is a bonus rap Niggas is wired but everybody phone is tapped Every word that come out your face will come out in the case Slow a lotta niggas down, get 'em out of the race It's either hold water or you holdin' a quarter Take any chance, and never again holdin your daughter Least you could do is send 'em a kite Since it's Ramadan I only kill niggas at night Either the barrel of the gun or the tip of the knife Go head and beg for your life So I can hurry up and ship you to Christ Devoted, committed, by any means necessary Do whatever for me and my niggas to get it I don't give a fuck never have never will My only concern is how to live it up I don't give a fuck, y'all could all get it so If it's going down know that I ain't givin up I don't give a fuck, that's how the hood is Ask me what's good I say two guns up I don't give a fuck, shitty ass attitude Mad drunk and high, comin through yo what up
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