The Animal (feat. Styles P)

New Styles P

It's called "The Animal"

Big shout to the whole D-Block

My man D-Y, Ruff Ryders

I'm Holiday Styles, it's the motherfuckin' Ghost to you

First time, I put the toast to you

I came for beef, y'all motherfuckin' kosher, duke

I squeeze off like I'm s'posed to do

Gentlemen ride, if it's a war, the innocent die

You know that if you been in my ride, what

In the Caddy on some gritty shit, and it's a lot of rappers

But I'm the hardest one in New York City, kid

P keep the gun poppin' and the blade workin'

Why we stay hurtin'? Cut it out, ****

What about ****? Nothin' much

You fuckin' up, gettin' gutted out, ****

This a boss talkin', all I know is the streets

Motherfucker, more money, more coffins

I could die today or they could throw me in jail

I won't change, I'ma be the same Holiday

I'm the hardest ****, you a artist, ****

I swear to God, I oughta shoot up a Carter's, ****

Fuck a Billboard, I keep coke on a glass table

And I could still rob and kill y'all

P know mafia shit, grab 50 G's and hop in the whip

Call my man, then drop him a brick

**** front, then I'm poppin' a clip

Go cop when I'm droppin' my shit, what

I'ma show you what an animal is, bring the whole zoo

Open up the cages, kill his whole crew

I'ma show you what an animal is, bring the knives, too

Hit 'em hard, ****, kill the wives, too

I'ma show you what an animal is, here's the game plan

Hit the block later, kill his main man

I'ma show you what an animal is, we don't say shit

We don't play shit, we just spray shit

I put a blade in your Adam's apple, stuck on dirt

Like Snapple, made from the realest stuff on Earth

And I tell ****, "Fuck off, jerk"

Killin's a job and I ain't get the fuck off work

You don't really want a chance with me

No, my song is the Desert Eagle long

You don't really wanna dance with me

And if so, then enjoy the slugs

You wanna kill me? Stand in line and join the club

What they wanna kill Pinero for?

I think it's the lime-green 'Vette or the dark blue Carrera 4

Fuckin' with a cowboy, them **** is pussy

If we was in jail, I'm fuckin' with your child, boy

How fuckin' mental am I? I'ma draw 'em a picture

And number two pencil is I

I'ma shove a Bic pen in his ear, can you hear me now?

You understand? Sick **** is here

They say death is a part of life, what

So on the flipside of things, that mean life is a part of death

Please don't cry, pass me the ice

So I don't get bloody when a nine mil' parts your chest

My day come, I'ma smoke weed and spray guns

Hawk **** down that weight tons

And to all my **** that pitch, keep holdin' it

I'ma blow my gun 'til all my **** is rich, what

I'ma show you what an animal is, bring the whole zoo

Open up the cages, kill his whole crew

I'ma show you what an animal is, bring the knives, too

Hit 'em hard, ****, kill the wives, too

I'ma show you what an animal is, here's the game plan

Hit the block later, kill his main man

I'ma show you what an animal is, we don't say shit

We don't play shit, we just spray shit

DJ Clue, Desert Storm

Big shout to Brianna

Come on

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