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Viewing Lyrics for Holiday(feat. Styles:
| | | Artist: | DMX |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Holiday(feat. Styles | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 4 | | | | Lyrics: | Yeah
L O X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers
[Styles Paniro]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the
truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to
this like it's only a rap
Cuz when these bullets hit your ass I'm like it's only a gat
I
need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in
the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to
the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to give it a slue
And missin a
tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most
of the shit
When I squeeze aint no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when
the hear the P blowin his whis
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust
guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level
a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on
him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'ma
give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make
no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your
wife
[CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles]
[Jadakiss:] Uh huh, HOLIDAY
[Styles:] I
gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
[J:] HOLIDAY
[S:] And I don't care if I
sell, y'all know what I sell
[J:] HOLIDAY
[S:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the
shells
[J:] HOLIDAY
[S:] Cuz I know it aint right, that's why I'm blowin a L
[Styles Paniro]
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his
arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash
I sell crack
like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the mask
Tell
niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right
next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably
won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers,
stashin the cards
But jail aint part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale cuz I feel
I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his
width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the
comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now bitch you oughta know I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke
[CHORUS] | | | |
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