Ruff Ryders - Holiday (feat. Styles) Lyrics
YeahL O X niggaIt don't stopIt keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goinMother*****ers[Styles Paniro]You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truthI get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roofYou could nod your head to this like it's only a rapCuz when these bullets hit your ass I'm like it's only a gatI need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yoursThink you delicious, heard he got shot in the crossHoliday Styles, ***** I broke most of the laws***** with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truthDo anything it takes just to give it a slueAnd missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is grippedYou heard about the trouble, I start most of the shitWhen I squeeze aint no controllin the wristAnd niggas leave the room when the hear the P blowin his whisI'm an ignorant and negative niggaI sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggasYou think not, I'll look at your man and level a niggaIf you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his nameSo I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frameWhen it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to callFive eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'allIf I left the gun home, I'ma give you the swordI'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the LordIt don't make no sense for you to pray for your lifeI got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wifeCHORUS: Jadakiss and StylesJadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAYStyles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hellJ: HOLIDAYS: And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sellJ: HOLIDAYS: I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shellsJ: HOLI