Styles P - Off / On 1 Lyrics

Yeah boobs, when you hungry, you either gonna be humble or go crazy
I like to do both, feel me

I'm off 1, but I'm on 1 also
Trying to win the game stop the clock let the ball roll
You wanna get popped in they torso
in the whip in they face Till they eye and they jaw broke
no love for the other side
Tricks like Biggy said
Ain't a blood but I'm painting the whole city red
Get rich or die trying like 50 said
Load it up, pop, take that like Diddy said
Hit you while you drinking Patron
To make the liquor red
Told you when I'm up in the zone
And it ain't sicker head
Couple homies used to be real
But then the bread got them
I give all of these rappers red bottoms
Who want the ones with the Spikes too
Not in your shoes, in your face
If I don't like you, kill the top 10 on the list
Cause I'm a type 2
Then the next 10 on the list
If they nice too
I clap, I clap, I clap, for them racks on racks on racks
And whoever's on top
When you come down bring your strap
Cause you know I run the bottom
Where we let them shits go blattt
And when d block hit you up
You ain't fucking headed back, yeah it's ghost time
Most time nigga more or less
American muscle, like them corvettes
African hustle, like the greatest
In the doorsteps, you might have won some battles
Cause we ain't been to war yet, yep
You know what it is Poobs
They don't, fuck 'em, d block, space phantom, one, hey.

Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to Eastside for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Andy for correcting these lyrics

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