Diabolic - Styles For Free lyrics

Ride or die, I die to ride
But got to high to drive
Jumped in the driver's side
Made a six and five collide
And I survived as my own violent co-pilot
In the passenger seat
Blastin' the heat while I ghost ride it
Hit a tree, crash it
Smash the dash's cheap plastic
Kill your boy and still avoid
A six foot deep casket complete savage
On the streets with E tablets
While D's in a green caprese
Blasting three past it
It seems drastic, drunk in LIE traffic
Forced to wreak havoc
With an ounce a week weed habit
But, I keep at it
Chase paper with a straight razor
Stumble home late night
And hate life a day later


'Cause life's a bitch
Who only treat you right when
You twice as rich but, if you're broke
She'll cut your throat and slice your wrists
I'm might just flip

Grab a big < - cop by the weak spot
And drag him thru three blocks
While other police watch for warning
Punks who grill like George Forman
'Till my four horsemen kick they
Second floor door in
Where cats record, smash the chord < -
Snatch your broad and choke you with the
RCA jack attachment chord
Y'all are strapped for war
Clappin' back and fourth as a last resort
I'll stab you with a plastic fork
But the streets is watchin'
Lots of birds gots some words
So while the block observes
I'mma lock his optix nerve
Just watch and learn
Snatch a Glock from a cop's holster
Shower shots over the entire pop culture
I'm supposed to rap
See I knew my soul was blessed
When I could hold my breath long enough
To see you choke to death
Both hands around your throat glands
For a few crumbs drunk off Burbon
Searchin' for stores to booze from
I ain't ask for nothing
School myself to catch corruption
Friends who'd snipe me
And wifey passing judgement i learned most
With my first toke of sherm smoke
Was an accident

I put a hatchet in this turncoat
Took cheese and blew on gear for the?
See y'all have something to wear when
You're leakin' fluid bleedin' thru it
Under the influence, drivin' drunk
Fryin' skunk
Pullin' over to throw a rising punch
'till both your eyes are lump
Got hash and endo right here
No job or resume just half a demo and the
Gear I was rockin' yesterday
I'm loosin' it, a lunatic who'd use a fist
To abuse your chick's uterus
When I throw bows like Ludacris
Your crew's too bitch to
Fathom a magma shootin'
With the intension of apprehending
Your platinum crucifix
But knowledge is power
Plus snatchin' wallets from cowards
Beats Bolic at tower workin' for
Six dollars an hour
Now the game's an open stage
To release a prisoner
Who's aiming a loaded gage
At the police commisioner i took advantage
Looked at a good book for answers
The Art Of War
Painting masterpieces on a crooked canvas
Throw a right hook and land it
Beat your weak jaw
With every freakin' cheek tore < -
Screamin' he's raw on Funk Flex front steps
'till he unleashes C4

That'll be nuclear winter for the
Eastern seaboard < -
My shit reaches each store
I play the hand I'm dealt
If not I'll fill my trunk and
Give 'em straight to fans myself
There's two dozen crews thuggin' that
Say that you nothin'
They say that you bluffin' 'cause of
The place you grew up in
Now you ganstas and thugs hangin' in clubs
Shootin' 'em up with 22's on the truck and
100 proof in the cup
Controllin' blocks with coke and rock
Holdin' Glocks no you're not, prove it
Shoot this patrollin' cop
Just load and lock the fullest clip
You got then pull and click
Lick shots 'till bullets hit
If not you're full of shit!