Styles P - Off / On 1 lyrics

rate me

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.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to Eastside for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Andy for correcting these lyrics