Discipline

[Intro: Styles P]

Straw... 354... Ghost...

Feel this... yeah

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Let me break it down I'mma nigga to Ryde or Die homey

2 Gunz Up or they either on my side homey

I ain't first base so I won't let you slide on me

I ain't Great Adventure so I won't let you Ryde on me

You opened ya mouth but believe I can shut it nigga

P ain't the barber but ya face I can shut it nigga

Spent a half a million on the lawyer nigga

Extraordinary Gentlemen just like Tom Sawyer nigga, yeah

Bust the rifle from far away

And I'm still tryna figure the triflin'est part of day

Is it morning when the fiends cop

Or is it noon when the willies wake up from they dream ock

Or is it night time when we all grind till the green come

I'm smoked out with a machine gun

I'm in something all black know I'm always on the lean son

Steady lookin' for the cream ma

And I'm probably with a bad bitch

But I'm usually for delf where I'm headed where the cash is

When you come through the hood get a pass like Steve Nash kid

Cause shit thicker than molasses; get blasted

[Verse 2: Snyp Life]

They say you only really as good as ya last rhyme

So I make sure my next one bring back time

So niggas can reminiese when they last had shine

Through my lines see that's heart felt

Make a cold heart melt

Gring ain't for everybody homie get a new route

Re-in' with the same shit you only see the same shit

'Se goin' through them shoot outs my niggas did the same shit

And they bang 'fits and they 'on't care who you came with

Me I just happen to spit and got a knack for flippin' packs on the strip

Turnin' rags to chips put that hawk in ya face 'fore I squeeze my clip

I 'on't clap back I pop first read my lips

3-5-4 nigga the shit so tell ya men

And for my nigga P I'm puttin' it in till this shit end

You know what it is one for the Block two for the Team

Screamin' 2 Gunz Up while I'm strippin' ya gleam yo

[Verse 3: Straw]

Ever since Straw small truck the mercedes

You'd think that I'd be dumpin' a pump the way it drive the streets crazy

The flows crack 60 for a verse is a pack

And 16 keep the fiends comin' back

It got me where I can't be without my hard hat

Teflon long sleeve and a large gat

Heat seekin' shells attract to ya body heat

And even bullet time couldn't help you dodge that

It's too easy niggas can't handle my beef it's too greasy

500 SL Benz with 3 TVs

Narc scope radar lens with green screens; built in beams

And some eagles in the trunk with the money and caine

Tryna figure out the best route boat or tha train

Cause wit 9:11 crime feds watchin' the planes

It's them Arliss boys at it again, immaculate mane

[Verse 4: Bully]

Comin' to box the S knockin' A Tribe Called Quest

I'm comin' for you bad guys like I'm Elliot Ness

I'm with the host the Ghost

We gave you toast to coast it's 354 bitch you supposed to know

I got it, you get it, you pay it, I spray it, you wit it

There never been a time in my life that I couldn't get it

Still got my eye on the prize, still in the hood with them guys

Still got the hood and gloves, the ski mask for diguise

Motherfuckers been hatin' you ready to dance with Satan

The Rugers cocked; I'm patiently waitin'

P just gimme the word on these herbs that's my word

Mail his head to his mom in a jar that preserve

Hannibal Lector style nigga dinner served

Still got birds with curves that move birds

Gucci frame Donna Karen bitches that's nerds

Get in where yo fit in motherfucker that's my word