Fiend For
Havoc, Styles P
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This that shit you know You gotta love us If not then you should fuckin' hate us We that reflection Who the f*ck invited you over? Comin' from a city, one shot, no do overs (New York) Heard it was a war and you left 'til it blew over (you left) I am not the head that the flu over Hi, look at you, look at me, look at us You the type to book a nigga I'm the type that's cookin' up (I'm that type) I'm a plug, he's a plug, she's a plug, need a plug (we all plugs) Well come and find us, nigga, yeah look us up It's really no callin' Ghost (nope) Troopers on the highway, f*ck that, call a audible (f*ck that) I was movin' work before they made phones portable Probably want you dead if you rat, when I thought of you (fuckin' rat) I'm in the cut and I'm smokin' herb I say it 'round here then that's spoken word Yeah, this shit is like poetry (you know it) Can't hold on but you can't let go of me Yeah 'Cause this the shit that niggas fiend for I got 'em wildin', nigga And he think he here, nigga, breath on This the shit that niggas fiend for It's 'bout the principles, my nigga This the shit that niggas bleed for The shit that niggas fiend for Money and the power, respect is what we bleed for This the shit that niggas bleed for Life is up and down, up and down like the seesaw Word to Hav', was a have not (word to Hav') Found a way to have As you see I have mad spots Chillin' in the crib layin' low, call me padlock Use your third eye or you pumpkin pie (use your third eye) Meanin' that you sweet Know the ride 'fore you jump inside Tryna get this cake We ain't talkin' bout Duncan Hines Yeah, I'm playin' bass, eat food so I hunt for mines (I eat your food) Wanna kill the Ghost? F*ck you, better jump in line And wait your turn, we ain't worried 'bout the little shit Fill the clips, niggas already know how the hood'll get The jealousy'll linger Snitches wanna point the finger Handle that before you know it, nigga, it's the grim reaper Breathin' down your neck With the dragon fire My niggas hunger for the most, this the appetizer I'm on you clowns like a magnifier And you layin' in the box the only thing that can satisfy us Around your neck I'll probably wrap a wire Drop a body in the woods Lookin' like you got hit by a tractor tire My peoples be the ones ya'll worry 'bout When we in the buildin' Niggas try to hurry up and scurry out Meet you at the door with the .44 Your man didn't like me now he gon' die for the wrong cause Heard a shot and a long pause By the time the paramedics came through he was long gone 'Cause this the shit that niggas fiend for I got 'em wildin', nigga And he think he here, nigga, breath on This the shit that niggas fiend for It's 'bout the principles, my nigga This the shit that niggas bleed for The shit that niggas fiend for Money and the power, respect is what we bleed for This the shit that niggas bleed for Life is up and down, up and down like the seesaw
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Written by: David Styles, Kejuan Muchita
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