[Verse 1: Styles P]

Knee-deep in the game

Due time you'll see the sunshine if you sleep in the rain

I ain't tryin to weather the storm

I get over the clouds and I ain't talkin 'bout flyin a plane

I'm in the slums where the guns is

Niggas sell crack to get hundreds - I mean thousands

I seen European cars by housing

I seen shinin on your block, I'm just browsin

Fo'-five make you get free

My London niggas say, "You get me?" I say, "I got you"

Rude boy, they better watch you

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold

When I was young they used to say I had a older soul

Only death can make the soldiers fold

Comin down, hit the floor, let go, all my soldiers roll

You get hit then your soul let go, let's go

[Chorus: Max B]

(Let's go) We pop shots off at your bean

D-Block, Byrd Gang, that's the team (team team)

Big fifth make you move back

Go against them, you don't really wanna do that

Them got that yay.. it's a holiday (holiday baby)

If you fuck with my money then you might as well pay

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Handgun and the rifle

And a knife too, shit just that trifle

Get blood from your ice to your Nike boots

Head cracked like the dice do

I don't squeal nor squeak like the mice do

I get hype too, come through the block and light you

Like a cigarette, you ain't seen a harder nigga yet

Hit you like a Nicorette

Off a lion nigga pick a pet, I mean pick a beast

I run the city nigga pick a street

Matter fact you could pick a beef

I'm old school we can shoot it out, pick a heat

Fuck you!

[Chorus: Max B]

(Let's go) We pop shots off at your bean

D-Block, Byrd Gang, that's the team (team team)

Big fifth make you move back

Go against them, you don't really wanna do that

Them got that yay.. it's a holiday (holiday baby)

If you fuck with my money then you might as well pay

[Verse 3: Styles P]

I get ya, get the picture?

I'm the painter, you the painted

Talkin shit when you ain't shit

I'm five-star, you ain't ranked kid

I'm major, fuck the majors, fuck the label

And take that to the bank kid

It's the Ghost or the Phantom

Killin rappers at random without a handgun, can't stand him

I'm too nice, I'm too hot

You don't wanna drop from the top of the rooftop

Turn the mic up, turn the beat up

S.P. the Ghost still keep the fuckin booth hot

[Chorus: Max B]

(Let's go) We pop shots off at your bean

D-Block, Byrd Gang, that's the team (team team)

Big fifth make you move back

Go against them, you don't really wanna do that

Them got that yay.. it's a holiday (holiday baby)

If you fuck with my money then you might as well pay