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P.Y.P. Lyrics by ILL BILL

Holy Diver

2010

[Intro: Doap Nixon & King Syze]
Uh yeah
Yeah
Let's go, Syze
King Syze (That's right)
Doap Nixon (Yeah)
ILL Bill on the track
Philly to NYC, man
Don't get no better than that, uh (We get busy for real)
Don't get no better than that, uh (Not at all)
Yeah, uh
Let's take it then
Uh, yeah

[Hook: Doap Nixon & King Syze]
Ayo, enough with that guap shit
'Nuff with that hot shit
'Nuff with the "If it's beef, we pullin' the Glock" shit
Nigga, we don't believe you, half y'all cats is see-through
When you get exposed, man, I wouldn't wanna be you
Enough with that beef shit
'Nuff with that grief shit
'Nuff with the "If it's beef, we pullin' the heat" shit
Nigga, we don't believe you, half y'all cats is see-through
When you get exposed, man, I wouldn't wanna be you

[Verse 1: Doap Nixon]
Yo, the boy Doap Nix
Put in work like a chink
Spittin' that shit for all my heads eatin' on the bricks
In my jaws, in the tailor made kicks, that splash shit
Jumpin' out whips
That nigga Nix get love in the fifth
Why they hating on this cat that spit?
Forty cal and my pants held up by the clip
We blow [trial?] yo
Why the slugs sprout out of the nine?
'Cause the murder rate in Philly's like we out of our mind
Yo, I'm tryna eat, relax my feet in the suite
Or get neck, playing beats in a Grand Marquis
Yeah, so show love 'cause we raising the bar
And I never funnel drugs 'cause it made me a star
Had my man pushin' a hundred K out of a bar
Now he living every day of his life behind bars
And that's life for ya
And all y'all niggas with the ice on ya
Who think you safe in the club, I got my knife on ya

[Hook: Doap Nixon & King Syze]
Ayo, enough with that guap shit
'Nuff with that hot shit
'Nuff with the "If it's beef, we pullin' the Glock" shit
Nigga, we don't believe you, half y'all cats is see-through
When you get exposed, man, I wouldn't wanna be you
Enough with that beef shit
'Nuff with that grief shit
'Nuff with the "If it's beef, we pullin' the heat" shit
Nigga, we don't believe you, half y'all cats is see-through
When you get exposed, man, I wouldn't wanna be you

[Verse 2: King Syze]
Officially sick
Genghis Khan ghetto affiliate
When the beef come, I wanna know how y'all really get
The killers on the track turn to killing a track meet
And run away from beef like a passionate athlete
Terrorist threats, something you can never forget
Put me on the squad, it'll double and better your bet
Could I ever respect the bullshit you project?
The pedigree endeavour specialist 'specially when I'm next, I'm a head case
Painting a picture with loud bass
In a small room, locked in a cage, a distressed ape
When I'm full, yo, my vision, man, is greater than great
With a school of piranhas when I'm scraping the plate
I'm never sleepin', always awake ready for hate
Put your hands up in my jaw and I'll machete your face
Just the Philly in me, we sicker than necrophilia
Hittin' the media with poisonous food that's feeding ya

[Hook: Doap Nixon & King Syze]
Ayo, enough with that guap shit
'Nuff with that hot shit
'Nuff with the "If it's beef, we pullin' the Glock" shit
Nigga, we don't believe you, half y'all cats is see-through
When you get exposed, man, I wouldn't wanna be you
Enough with that beef shit
'Nuff with that grief shit
'Nuff with the "If it's beef, we pullin' the heat" shit
Nigga, we don't believe you, half y'all cats is see-through
When you get exposed, man, I wouldn't wanna be you

[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
In their interviews, they claim to make music with substance
When their album drop, the same "I'ma shoot you with guns" shit
Stop lying to the people, we the truth
The last real goons doing this music but still really shoot
Welcome to the dark ages, hijack planes with razors
Catch me on the front page of every newspaper, famous
To some, the most heinous; to others, the most courageous
My coming was predicted in the holiest of pages
A shepherd amongst hungry wolves
I was blessed by the angels in the heavens to defend the youth
These events take place at university meetings
Millions are mesmerized by my controversial teachings
Fuck selling drugs, I sell dreams
I use political violence as a valuable tool to sell peace
Rally people with an idea to change the era
I'm a freedom fighter though the world named me terror
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