Styles P - Uh-Ohh (Feat. Sheek Louch)

Master of Ceremonies in the building
Aiyyo Poobz, roll a whole zip up
Yo Louch get like four bottles of Courvoisier
Tell the soldiers bring like a hundred guns
D-Block, forever, BITCH! Ha ha ha ha ha
Say you gettin money but you not like me
I heard your lil` raps but you`re not S.P.
Close your fuckin mouth when you next to a G
The Glock 500 but these bullets come free
The money make the world go `round, plus vertical
From no car to a luxury convertible
Niggaz that had love, now wanna murder you
I be spazzin, blitzin like All Madden
Me and this pretty honey sharin the orgasm
I`m on the `gnac and shorty on the merlot
Fur coat, to the homey on the furlough
Drivin to Myrtle Beach, slower than a turtle
65 there then, 65 back
You can get a million dollars off of 65 stacks
We neither here - we neither there
but if the car smell like smoke then niggaz`ll freeze the air
Spray the ozium, still break bread
with niggaz that move opium and still racketeer
Huntin for money so run like a pack of deer
If you ain`t hand me clear that`s why I`m clappin at`cha ear
Three guns on the set - which one you wanna hear?
Got that paper on deck - throw that money in the air
When I pull up in the front - all these niggaz do is stare
I`m a dream to these women - but these niggaz nightmare (Uh-ohh!)
(You say you gettin money but you not like me)
(I heard your lil` raps but you not S.P.)
(So close your fuckin mouth when you next to a G)
(Glock 500 but these bullets come free) (Uh-ohh!)
The hardest out just got cockier (ha ha!)
Tell these rap niggaz `round they lil` posse up
The cars got bigger, and the jewels got rockier
But the Ghost move just like the mafia
You wanna know what I`m talkin `bout?
Knockin I ain`t home then go to my other house (get it?)
My moms ain`t home then go to her other house
Real `til I go to my father and lil` brother`s house
That`s up in heaven nigga
God forgive me for robberies, never was a beggin nigga
Put thirty holes in you fuckin with a 7 nigga
You work for anybody that rap - whatever nigga!
And I mean it, with no clique or no crew
Bring the steam to you like the cleaners
And I press you, and let you air dry
And it`s a wrap my nigga, that`s your air time
Three guns on the set - which one you wanna hear?
Got that paper on deck - throw that money in the air
When I pull up in the front - all these niggaz do is stare
I`m a dream to these women - but these niggaz nightmare (Uh-ohh!)
(You say you gettin money but you not like me)
(I heard your lil` raps but you not S.P.)
(So close your fuckin mouth when you next to a G)
(Glock 500 but these bullets come free) (Uh-ohh!)
I live to see my young son turn into my older son
Smokin weed, countin money with a loaded gun
Never thought the platinum era`s better than the golden one
(NEVER) These niggaz gon` see when the soliders come
Titanium raps, lyrically lap niggaz
To tell the truth, none of us is on the same track
You just came to the park, I`m runnin cross country
like the Africans the ones that don`t be stoppin when it`s dark
I`m just tryin to break the strip, you just tryin to clear the park
You the arms, I`m the brain and the soul and the heart
These them over your head bars
Live nigga killin you dead broads
Three guns on the set - which one you wanna hear?
Got that paper on deck - throw that money in the air
When I pull up in the front - all these niggaz do is stare
I`m a dream to these women - but these niggaz nightmare (Uh-ohh!)
(You say you gettin money but you not like me)
(I heard your lil` raps but you not S.P.)
(So close your fuckin mouth when you next to a G)
(Glock 500 but these bullets come free) Uh-ohh