For All My Niggas

[Intro: Styles P]

Scram! Ayy

[Verse 1: Styles P & Dave East]

Tony Soprano juice, hit 'em, played the block and shot up the canvas too

Reppin’ for my niggas gone, that's what Phantoms do

Get you dead at 25, yeah, that's what cannons do

All my niggas animals, got them hood-rats in them cheetah prints

I ain’t even fuckin' her, she just get that heater in

Thinkin' 'bout the Aston Martin, I can play Anita in

Couple niggas doin' life, I ain't gon' see again

Couple niggas owe money, somebody gotta bleed again

Styles don't even write his shit, I pray that I don’t see the pen (I pray)

Sellin’ crack out the same crib that we was sleepin' in (Same crib)

Dead broke, robbed the DJ ’fore he get the speakers in (C'mere)

Chain like Dasani, my pistol match the Armani

Tryna stay cool like Ghandi, my schemes be ponzi

Same nigga had Christina Milian in Haji's

Cook you niggas over a grill, this shit Hibachi

[Chorus: Styles P & Dave East]

For all of the homies that been locked up (Locked up)

For all of the work that been chopped up (Chopped up)

Cop you designer and stay shopped up (Shopped up)

Luxury V, stay dropped up (Dropped up)

For all of the homies that been locked up (Locked up)

For all of the work that been chopped up (Chopped up)

Cop you designer and stay shopped up (Shopped up)

Luxury V, we stay dropped up (Dropped up)

[Verse 2: Styles P & Dave East]

Couple homies goin' to jail

Me and East at Philippe’s if we say we going to chow

I let the shit ring, my nigga throw in the towel

Throw weed in the pipe before I'm goin' to town

I'm not wise enough, have never known an L

But I'm smart enough to stay low, always go on the prowl

This some grimy shit, I'm never going to trial

Shoot it out with the law, you know I'm goin' in Style

You've been broke for a minute, ain't got no dough in a while

No soda but I seen fiends leave with coke and a smile

Philippe's closed, fuck it, I make 'em open up TAO

In love with the 'Rari but honestly the Rover my style (Range)

Violatin', think it's funny, watch how I go end your smile

Lost a lot of homies so my momma just hope that I smile

Purple tops, get familiar, I seen that coke in a vial

If I was holdin' before, you know I'm holdin' it now

[Chorus: Styles P & Dave East]

For all of the homies that been locked up (Locked up)

For all of the work that been chopped up (Chopped up)

Cop you designer and stay shopped up (Shopped up)

Luxury V, stay dropped up (Dropped up)

For all of the homies that been locked up (Locked up)

For all of the work that been chopped up (Chopped up)

Cop you designer and stay shopped up (Shopped up)

Luxury V, we stay dropped up (Dropped up)

[Verse 3: Dave East & Styles P]

If you don't like me, you don't like me, it's more than enough shots for ya

Smack a nigga, he gon' post it or call the cops on you

You don't know paranoid 'til somebody got the drop on ya

Case don't get dismissed, I know some niggas that shot lawyers

And the DA too, come to the credit, ask the plug, I was preapproved

Real niggas see the mood

Got the strap, say you gon' clap, gotta see it through

Live by my word, that's my word, how G are you?

[Chorus: Styles P & Dave East]

For all of the homies that been locked up (Locked up)

For all of the work that been chopped up (Chopped up)

Cop you designer and stay shopped up (Shopped up)

Luxury V, stay dropped up (Dropped up)

For all of the homies that been locked up (Locked up)

For all of the work that been chopped up (Chopped up)

Cop you designer and stay shopped up (Shopped up)

Luxury V, we stay dropped up (Dropped up)