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Master Of Ceremonies


Artist: Styles P
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 7
Year: 2011

Harsh Lyrics - Master Of Ceremonies - Styles P

You know! 

One day I got a call from the Ghost who told me I had to get on this conference call 

To discuss a little business with him and the homey Rozay 

Know the situation transpired where a nigga had to get dealt with a little harshly 

 

Root for the villian and shoot with no feelin 

Like Audio Two yeah the crew is "Top Billin" 

Blowin the dutch in the coupe with no ceilin 

Invisible bully like the Gooch when I'm illin 

Cash too green, it's taped to the toilet 

Like I'm Michael Corleone in the bathroom scene 

Young black Vito, chopped and wrapped kilos 

Clap torpedos, stack, Doritos 

We in the Mexico sippin the Mojito 

Discussin perico, green weed and diesel 

AK, nozzle air holes you can see through 

Ridin the bulletproof five, yeah, I'm lethal 

 

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Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) 

Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) 

Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) 

And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) 

HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) 

HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM!!! (Harsh!) 

STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! 

AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT! 

 

Style is infectious, actress in a Lexus 

Sunroof open had cheese for breakfast 

Beef never settled I'm Lyor to the ghetto 

Russell with the hustle Rick Rubin with the metal 

When I lick a shot I'm aimin at ya top floor 

Blocks like stock everybody bought more 

Birds fell out the sky, rats could drop dead 

Flyin through Bed-Stuy, white drop head 

Sticky green twist, guillotine click 

Dapper Dan three piece suit for the trip 

Link with Dominicanos, straight pesos fritos 

Three point range hit free throws with kilos 

 

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Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) 

Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) 

Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) 

And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) 

HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM!!! (Harsh!) 

HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) 

STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! (Harsh!) 

AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT! 

 

Shine like brightenin sure but I'm the titan 

Hard like when Customato was trainin Tyson 

Gun we react in the car but no license 

Life on top of the city could touch lightenin 

Cocaine wave, dollar bill slave 

Rangler is tough but the inside is suede 

Ride with Louch and 'Kiss until I see a grave 

One third of a legacy 

Pedigree is I can make a don a don 'cause of integrity 

Rap like a phenomenom sleep for a better dream 

Nine is for better things smoke for medicine 

BIG is the only rapper I don't think that I'm better than 

 

Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) 

Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) 

Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) 

And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) 

HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) 

HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) 

STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! (Harsh!) 

AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT! 

 

Yo! I rub stones together and cast a spell quick Like 

Like a Zoe hittin voodoo blessings 'fore I move bricks 

I beat you like the number eleven with two sticks 

Money from the door and then when I bop with two chicks (Come on!) 

It won't stop never stop there he go again (Huh!) 

Together watch the coke and have the bakin soda sort of blend (HA!) 

Fredricka kinda pure see how we make the fiends flock 

And watch the lines for the coke a quickly wrap around the block 

They say we bad for business 'cause the coke price dropped 

How we flooded and we bubble white 'til it's white hot (What!) 

Pot purchases we chop it up to pieces 

'Til only the shake is left countin the profit and a bezel 

Eight million dollar yacht, scotch, a little refer 

Diamonds so big they call it obnoxious little creature (Oh!) 

Money to cop original paintings of Mona Lisa 

High the way I feel a cloud sittin on my caesar 

 

Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) 

Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) 

Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) 

And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) 

HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM!!! (Harsh!) 

HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) 

STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! (Harsh!) 

AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT!!! 

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