Styles P - In It To Win It lyrics

rate me

Lot of people mad I ain't dead yet

S.P. comin through your speakers and headsets

Streets is in the buildin whenever the Ghost in it

I remember cereal boxes with roaches in it

I'm a double G, that's a gangster and gentleman

Humble was nights I been homeless, cold and tremblin

You don't wanna touch me, can't hold no grem-lin

Gargoyle like Chow Yun, Fat in "Hard Boiled"

Better stay away cause I'm toxic, hoch spit

Right in your face and bang you out like the moshpit

Heard I put in the work, it wasn't no gossip

The man with the plan so you know that the plot thick

Clip on reserve for whoever deserve

I swear to God, that's my word that I'm off of the curve

So you should know I'm in it to win it

If it start with a 3-M with an A that meant to spin it

I like European cars and I'm into the spinners

Fuck around, you won't even get to finish the minute

Cause, it could be over in two seconds with two weapons

Think I really care about whatever your crew reppin?

I'm in it to win it, you motherfuckers ain't pay no dues

I dare you walk a, day in my shoes

I'm in it to win it, I'm on a strip tryin to move these bricks

But the streets won't let me quit

I'm in it to win it, you best believe I'm on my grind

You feel my pain in every verse and line

I'm in it to win it, years end and I'm still goin hard bitch

Knowin that these rappers is garbage

I'm in it to win it

Uhh, yes I is the best I is

Go hard like that Bedstuy kid; nigga I'm in it to win it

Momma said be the best I is

I burn shit down, just like Left Eye did

Uhh, the game don't stop, the pain don't stop

Bullets rip through his skull like a Drano shot

Got a strip for me to eat on, P name the spot

I take aim at any nigga (who?) name or not

For my hand-to-hand niggaz, five gram niggaz

Blam-blam niggaz, you know who it is - Bully bitch!

Gun ready for any nigga who want it

Slam me? I don't think so, I'm fo' hundred (ha ha)

Yeah, I'm sittin in my Phantom

Nah I'm lyin, I'm hustlin, tryin to get a Phantom

You don't really understand him

Five-star general, ten-hut; nigga get your face cut

I do the knowledge if the cypher work

But ask the homie that the knife insert, what life is worth

When his heart pumps slow and his blood that he burp

And it's all type of shit on his shirt

And his girl and his mom look hurt

And he thinkin 'bout his seed but he layin in the hospital, leavin the Earth

They say real men pray for they enemies

Forgive but don't forget so I don't slip when I'm drunk off Hennessy

Blame that all ridiculous

Hoody'd up, in the cut, inconspicuous

Nina gon' burn them boys just like syphillis

Cross me, I'm a show 'em all what trippin is

The difference is, I'm a real G don't wanna make no noise

Got a conscience, to really wanna take them boys

To a place they never been or go again

You could blame the wind cause look what it's blowin in

S.P. the Ghost, here we go again, know that I'm goin in

You ain't doin nothin but goin out

My gun's like a candle, who dare me to blow it out?

All these rappers garbage, who want me to throw 'em out?

What?

I'm in it to win it

I'm in it to win it

I'm in it to win it