Same Scriptures - Styles P

Huh

Word (echoes)

Huhh

See the streets taught me well so I keep it real witcha

Cross my heart and hope to die

Follow the same scriptures

It’s hard out here

Can’t survive again

We got no heart out here

Nigga figure the angle

Even the reaper of death is called an angel

A slug to your face will rearrange you

Nigga will straight bang you

Street life will change you

What do you see you close your eyelids

Vampires, lycans and wolves a couple hybrids

And the pigs don’t fit

But the snakes going hiss so the cigs going whiff

And the apes going blast and the whips going splash

And the funny thing about it is the pigs goin laugh

And the raps going eat, so I rap on beats

Before that I had to sell crack on streets

We ain’t playin lil' homie

That’s the game lil' homie

Don’t be dumb, living for a name lil' homie

I did that, now I’m making change lil' homie

You hungry, but never show your fangs lil' homie

Whaddup, whaddup (oooh)

Whaddup, whaddup