Welcome To NY - Styles P

We came to get busy

We ain’t come to talk

Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk

This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York

For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court

We came to get busy

We ain’t come to talk

Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk

This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York

For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court

Came to get busy, Styles done made him spin, now he dizzy

Face-Off, niggas gotta ask who is he?

I be in the Benz, high as fuck, playin' Biggie

Pretty bitch, half a brick of yay by her titties

Egg full of dope in her pussy hole

Cops gotta kill me, can’t book me though 'cause I ain’t doin' time

Got beef with them niggas, I bet you I get 'em lined up

Let it buck and I bet you it’s in his spine, my gun

Death Row Records, I bet you I get 'em signed

Not a major deal, but the major steel

I kill your man, then ask you how it made you feel

Shove the blade in you, yeah, the rage is real

Look at me now, doin' what the fuck I’m supposed to do

Me shinin', they sucka niggas emotional

I’m already wavy, just think what the pressure do

Tried to make a quick meal, call it a Lunchable

Hatin' in my comments is somethin' a punk’ll do

Them emojis and punctuals’ll gon' leave you discoverable

I’m out here chillin' on them back blocks killin' where they crack rock dealin',

shit, the trap my buildin'

Lames gettin' money, start shittin' on niggas

Not me, If I’m on, I got positions for niggas

As soon as I got the plug, I shock the shit outta niggas

Kept shit bottled in then blew the lid off them niggas

We came to get busy

We ain’t come to talk

Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk

This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York

For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court

We came to get busy

We ain’t come to talk

Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk

This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York

For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court

Hey yo, Snyp gotta bounce like he runnin' from one-time

Bars, gyms, start sharp, cut through your frontline

Hustled my whole life, went to jail for a gun crime

On the grind, robbed twenty niggas with one nine

Smokin' like a chimney while I’m listening to Biggie

We livin' off experience, my niggas run the city

If we ain’t come to talk, shit, we came get busy

And get the guts, meanin' run through it 'til it’s empty

That’s D-Block style, two hammers and a hawk

No pork, but I eat these rap niggas with a fork

Before I say my Grace, shit, I’m blowin' out your face

Then I’m runnin' in your safe, we the hardest in the state

Started with the work but I had to go cop the baggies

Bricks are in Texas they workin' out like the Aggies

Gave 'em a slice on First Av' like patsies

Uncle in the kitchen, cookin' up, knockin' Patti LaBelle

I could sell if a nigga gotta get it

These in the store, I threw the dubs in my fitted

Explicit, my shit is rated R

Couple shots at your chest, I’m not tryna break your heart

I shake the narcs

A quiet spot, paint a picture for 'em like Basquiat

Feel like Biggie sippin' on private stock,

We came to get busy

We ain’t come to talk

Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk

This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York

For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court

We came to get busy

We ain’t come to talk

Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk

This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York

For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court

Yeah!