...And Then There Was X

[Styles P]<br>Holiday Styles<br>Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck <br>if I ain`t gettin proper respect<br>I don`t care if you rap, I still spit in your grill<br>I don`t give a fuck, never have, never will<br>If it ain`t on your hip, then you`re lookin to die<br>I ain`t tryin to be the nigga that`s gonna look at the sky<br>Ask God why I`m broke, bitch, I`m cooking the pie<br>We all gon` die, sooner or later, matter of time<br>My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes<br>Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble<br>Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble<br>I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set<br>Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)<br>Cause the P gonna squeeze `til no slugs is left (what)<br>You know I`m good with a hundred of `dro, gun and an O<br>You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast<br><br>[Sheik]<br>Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo<br>I say what I want, fuck what y`all think is cool<br>And I hate cops, cause most y`all was dicks in school<br>No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God<br>Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard<br>My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong<br>What y`all make in a year, I kick that for a song<br>Check my car, I don`t care, I don`t play fair<br>Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair<br>And it don`t buck shot and the blast is hard to hear<br>I`m a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew<br>Small yell when I rap, I`m basically talkin to you<br>You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?<br>I`m tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when I die<br>from rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky<br>I`m that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga<br>Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT?<br><br>[Jadakiss]<br>Yo, yo, yo, yo<br>All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that`s crazy quick<br>A nice house with five rooms, maybe six<br>A town where money is coming, eighty bricks<br>Break `em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip<br>Bet you never even felt the heat<br>til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease<br>Streets help niggaz; niggaz don`t help the streets<br>Y`all use beats for help; we help the beats<br>Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?<br>If I say so myself, it`s a wonderful three<br>Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox<br>Same niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)<br>All types of burners, even snub glocks (uh)<br>Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)<br>Find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)<br>It`s Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your heart (uh)<br>Uh<br><br>[Drag-On]<br>Creep through the streets<br>For some of y`all rappers, that`s mighty hard<br>Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my shotty guard<br>Put chill pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol<br>Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em noddin off<br>And take casket naps, fuck that<br>You shoulda never let this bastard rap<br>All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel<br>No parents, tale from my horror`s no morals<br>Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance<br>So you dyin? It`s no problem, no lyin<br>Drag`s fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry `em<br>Drag done ate your food<br>Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up<br>Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up<br>Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season `em well<br>I don`t brag I let the streets tell<br>Po`-po` now you see he fell<br><br>[DMX] {*overlapping last line*}<br>Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers <br>know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)<br>Y`all bitches fear it cause you weak<br>You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?)<br>You ain`t ever bust a gun, but there`s a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)<br>What the science behind that son? (I don`t know)<br>A lot of easy walkin<br>I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)<br>Ain`t tryin to talk about what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?)<br>I ain`t never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (c`mon)<br>And for talkin too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh)<br>It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know that (uh-huh)<br>Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that<br>Now don`t act, cause actin might get you rollin<br>with what you ain`t ready to handle (UHH)<br>All that`s left of your memory, is a candle (WOO!)<br>It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz