Favorite Rap Stars lyrics

[Intro: Styles P]
Hav what up my n*gga! (What's good my n*gga)
Salute, all day
Ghost
What up!

[Verse 1: Styles P]
My n*ggas flippin' it all day
Either on the corners or up in the hallways
Coke from Cuba, but they got it on Broadway
Pitchers on the front stoop, shooters in the doorway
Puff puff, you a marble in the jacuzzi
The elevator ride to the top'll make you woozy
n*ggas shootin' the Uzi or the MK
Starting in the game, you just get in when the bench play
At your door with the four, "bonjour" like the French say
n*gga you just plain, cut you up like a sensei
Take you down like the statue at Penn State
Get you off your feet like an Olajuwon head fake
Come, come, coming with Havoc to bring the havoc
Lightin' the chronic, Techtronics and automatics
Beware of the short n*ggas
Yeah I'm cool, but I'll motherf*cking torch n*ggas

[Chorus: Havoc]
All along
Been them n*ggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs
Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads
And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone (we gone)
All along
Been them n*ggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs
Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads
And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone (we gone)
[Verse 2: Havoc]
I'm one in a million, diamond in the rough
Supplying that stuff that got every whip that I drive tough
Clientele on steroids, Olympian status
Gold medalling them n*ggas, ain't nothin' 'bout me average
Cannons bigger than me, we go deaf when we shoot 'em
And n*ggas on the floor with they cerebellum oozin'
Every homie I ran with done featured on Gangland
Ice picks in pencil pockets and nines on they waistbands
Money over b*tches, we smother then we ditch 'em
I'll have 'em bag 'em up, butt-ass in the kitchen
I'mma leave b*tches foamin' at the mouth
f*ck what you heard it was a drought, they lied
Over here it's all the way gully
In the morning, answer to God's calling
Snoring, I can't afford to sleep, the cousin of death
The city never sleeps, so why the f*ck would I rest?
It's all about the motherf*ckin' 'jects
Lex Diamond's up next

[Chorus: Havoc]
All along
Been them n*ggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs
Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads
And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone (we gone)
All along
Been them n*ggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs
Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads
And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone (we gone)
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Pull up, clap and distract you
Six cars away, yo, your brother in the back of the Ac'
I move pistols, hold 'em like infants
Jump out, rims, tints, guns is French, I can dent this
Out in Moscow Seagal style, look at the pair
Don't stare when the chain is a watchtower
So when we comin', ain't a Glock pulled
Rock the pyjama look
See now drama look with an eye-full
Coats Colombian with money in it
Ruthless Gotti, leather gloves on, the Wallies is blue body
Walkin' through the dice game kickin'
Should have mittens on
Plottin', diggin' pockets, we drip n*ggas
Jumpin' in the A8's with swish men, watches is Swiss
Chase Bank n*gga drop you and then sprint
Don't ever dare walk in front of me
I'm cold as I wanna be
An old n*gga who pump where the money be

[Chorus: Havoc]
All along
Been them n*ggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs
Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads
And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone (we gone)
All along
Been them n*ggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs
Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads
And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone (we gone)