Freestyle 1 lyrics

[gunshot] {Forget about it Mario!}

[Styles P:]
Better let these lil' n*ggas know
_Time is Money_, I'm back

You want beef anybody just call my name
In the streets S.P. in the hall of fame
Been the hardest n*gga out mad years in a row
Tell your b*tch you ain't a pimp, you really a hoe
It's funny how you bluffin them suckers
Only time S.P. is with the cops is in cuffs muh'f*ckers
And you should listen up the first moment I spoke
Act up and get shot through your clothing or coat
And now that we back to the hoodies
Extra clips in the footies, have n*ggas lookin "Damn how could he?"
Leave them n*ggas lookin like that
And they ain't no gangsters, they ain't in Queens or Brooklyn like that
Heard n*ggas made it big time, no lookin back
Me I'm in the streets of Y.O
You would think I'm f*cked up too how I creep and ride slow
Then I hit Harlem and the Heights
Got a play dyke before the night (whattup dogs)
White M-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight)
I ain't scared of sh*t b*tch this is my life - get it?
If a n*gga steal my chain I feel his pain
But I'ma peel the whole block 'til they squeal his name
S.P. don't play that sh*t
Ask your boss to try me, you won't okay that sh*t
n*ggas say it's your girl I lay that b*tch
Headcracks since we been layin on ADAT b*tch
Lil' n*gga I been O.G
I go broke in New York I got cash in a crib OT
And I'ma bring the pain like a toothache
Last thing I saw was his boot shake, I'm makin the roof break
I get up in your mouth like toothpaste
I'm dark like Batman, this big gun is makin you Two Face
Get it? Motherf*cker