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telly port - styles p lyrics

[intro: styles p]
you know what it is
that extra high sh-t, you know
sometimes you just zone the f-ck out
that’s how it be

[verse 1: styles p]
took a drink, lit a joint
hit too much wax, am i off point?
[?] in the six, knockin’
renee remix by the lost boyz
you felt pain if you lost joy
can’t please a wolf with a dog’s toy
you got beef, bring it to the source, boy
when achilles k!lled hector, he lost troy
you’re forewarned ’bout the four pound
catch a ’em in a four by four, give ’em four rounds
that was five fours but it wasn’t a dub
i was out there for the money if it wasn’t the love
on-site every night, that’s the life of a thug
ran up every day gettin’ tight with the plug
if we all livin’ wrong, am i rightfully bugged?
get the lighter, i got fire, i’m about to get buzzed
it’s inhaled then it’s held in
if i ain’t goin’ to heaven, i go to h-ll
then think about the black cloud, wonderin’ if i fell in
am i heaven sent or h-ll bent?
i be outside on the south side
come through the north side in a boss ride
shout to the west and the east side
we gon’ get high and pray to god that the beast die

[chorus: snyp life]
yeah, i’m always on some other sh-t, rubber grips
load up the fifth for another vic’
on the float gettin’ high to the roach clips
oh sh-t, telly port style when i smoke sh-t
yeah, i’m always on some other sh-t, rubber grips
load up the fifth for another vic’
on the float gettin’ high to the roach clips
oh sh-t, telly port style when i smoke sh-t

[verse 2: styles p]
can’t remember the beginnin’ but you think of the end
if i’m higher than the cloud, can i sleep on the wind?
can god cleanse my soul with the rain drops?
i don’t go to church, will it work, will the pain stop?
used to blow weed, get the money out the ‘caine spot
if you from the ghetto, you probably done heard a thang pop
seen it jump, it ain’t stop, can’t stop, won’t stop
that was three stops but we keep goin’
i like to smoke, i pre-roll ’em
the lab life, i keep flowin’
bruce p-roy, i keep glowin’
one mic check, four night checks
precise and hype if you don’t know that i’m nice yet
all black hoppin’ out the white ‘vet
i got the insight and my sight’s set

[chorus: snyp life]
yeah, i’m always on some other sh-t, rubber grips
load up the fifth for another vic’
on the float gettin’ high to the roach clips
oh sh-t, telly port style when i smoke sh-t

- styles p lyrics

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