914

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Hell yea I'm pullin' my thang out, you gettin' banged out

Bitch nigga, you shit done came out

Kick it with a 914 nigga, four niggas beefin'

Guess what? my 914 niggas

I warn niggas like whoever will come through

My shit stay kicking so I'm calling it kung fu

Master my own style, punk show 'em what gun do

I'm lethal like a heroin bundle, yea

The beat rocks from Pete Rock, the flow from the ghost from D-Block

Four pounds send you to Esau, in other words Jesus Christ

Man, my shit stick together like beans and rice

All I need is weed at nights to smoke and rhyme

And I'm probably the nicest nigga to breathe in light

And can't nobody prove me wrong, I'm to strong

And the motherfuckin' street niggas need me right

[Hook: Pete Rock]

Ayo fuck what you heard and what you thought you saw

Been all over the world reppin' 914

Styles P and Sheek Louch, they wild fo' sure

Been all over the world reppin' 9-1-4

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

Raised in the ghetto singing songs for survival

Late night, Valhalla, rollin' out the bible

914, every corner store got a nigga with the raw

Just bring your straw

Piff by the O’s, pussy galore

Little thief bitches get the monkeys out the store

Shit look real but a nigga ain’t sure, yo

You know a real nigga when you see him

Jewelry dripping, white tee, you wanna be him

Burner on him and don’t care about freedom

Bitches with him, other girls wanna' beat him

I’m trynna' stay alive, what up Mount Vernon?

Rest in peace two-five, Pete with the knot

Who else to ask for but Sheek from D-Block

Two guns down, calico up

I’m done here, pass my cup

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Nigga I get fresh like Easter

Who wanna get sliced like pizza, while I light my reefer?

You could come through with your crew nigga

Burner go through niggas

One shot is knockin’ off two niggas

I might come through with the Uzi, shoot niggas

Filmin' on Fuji, put the shit in a movie

Who wanna' get burned with a loose?

Black tie affair, I grown up

You get stomped with the Gucci’s

You oughta' be playin’ me two feet

I don’t need five, I gotta' knife you ain’t leavin' alive

I said the green and cream Beamer is mine, the Z8

I see hate, you get the three-eight right in your eye

Yo Pete, play this shit for the street

Niggas licking they heat, got a brick in the whip on the seat

Them niggas no different than me, so they listen to me

I understand all the shit that they see, what

[Hook] (x2)