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Styles f P.K.iller, Swizz Beatz

A Gangster and a Gentleman

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* send corrections to the typistP.K.iller![Verse 1]Y`all gon die, so who gon cry for ushop in they whip and ride for uspop niggas in the skull in they frame, shitit`s a body for a body for the love of the gameBut niggas`ll call the precinct with your government namebut I`m still loadin my guns, gettin it onand if a nigga bury my man, I bury his momI was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gatehop in the hoop`, grab a bird, get outta the statestay in the dirt, dog we like pieces of shitdealin coke like cars, come lease you a brickHoliday bitch, I show you what a 38 special doTurn niggas vegetable, salad ass niggasNever send a coward around violent ass niggasI`ma always bust my gun, use my kniferide or die, til the day I lose my life[HOOK 2X: Swizz and P.K.iller]Y`all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who`s in here! [YO!]Y`all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who`s in here! [YO!]You dealin with the streets, [YO!] you dealin with the thugs! [YO!]You dealin with the set, [YO!] so y`all throw it up![Verse 2]It don`t matter who you are, or what you sayaint no rapper you name fuckin wit Stylesand I`ll probably die young, shot in the warbut I aint never give a fuck, and I always was wildand I`d rather have a open case, than an open facekill every witness, I aint goin to trialand everybody`s a gangsta, nobody`s pussythere`s alotta niggas lying and I know who you areNext time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bailI`ma kill a hundred niggas, right in front of niggasWhen cops come through, they gettin it tooGoin out wit a bang, `bout to start up a gangcocksucker, it`s the Holiday crewget money, kill niggas, do robberies toocuz you fuckin wit the grimiest, sheistiestcan`t wait to die dog, life`s a bitch[HOOK 2X][Verse 3]I`ma die screamin, fuck you, meet me in hellcuz I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeperlook at the ink on my arm, I tattooed the reaper of deathand they call me Holiday, I let a slug go in your shirtand wait for the leak in your chestI`ll probably black out, think about my welfare daysand times I had to sleep on the stepsNiggas don`t want it wit me, you could call me arrogant doguntil you get stabbed in the jawP`ll run up in the hospital, stab you some moredon`t you fuck wit no nigga that be plannin for warI got slugs that go through you, put your man on the floorpurplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peepsproject was pussy and the lobby was sweetniggas had alotta mouth, but they body was weak[HOOK 2X]

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