Y'all Know We In Here Lyrics - Styles

f/ P.K.iller, Swizz Beatz 

P.K.iller! 

[Verse 1] 

Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us 

hop in they whip and ride for us 

pop niggas in the skull in they frame, shit 

it's a body for a body for the love of the game 

But niggas'll call the precinct with your government name 

but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on 

and if a nigga bury my man, I bury his mom 

I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate 

hop in the hoop', grab a bird, get outta the state 

stay in the dirt, dog we like pieces of shit 

dealin coke like cars, come lease you a brick 

Holiday bitch, I show you what a 38 special do 

Turn niggas vegetable, salad ass niggas 

Never send a coward around violent ass niggas 

I'ma always bust my gun, use my knife 

ride or die, til the day I lose my life 

[HOOK 2X: Swizz and P.K.iller] 

Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!] 

Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!] 

You dealin with the streets, [YO!] you dealin with the thugs! [YO!] 

You dealin with the set, [YO!] so y'all throw it up! 

[Verse 2] 

It don't matter who you are, or what you say 

aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles 

and I'll probably die young, shot in the war 

but I aint never give a fuck, and I always was wild 

and I'd rather have a open case, than an open face 

kill every witness, I aint goin to trial 

and everybody's a gangsta, nobody's pussy 

there's alotta niggas lying and I know who you are 

Next time I go to jail, I aint gettin the bail 

I'ma kill a hundred niggas, right in front of niggas 

When cops come through, they gettin it too 

Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang 

cocksucker, it's the Holiday crew 

get money, kill niggas, do robberies too 

'cause you fuckin wit the grimiest, sheistiest 

can't wait to die dog, life's a bitch 

[HOOK 2X] 

[Verse 3] 

I'ma die screamin, fuck you, meet me in hell 

'cause I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeper 

look at the ink on my arm, I tattooed the reaper of death 

and they call me Holiday, I let a slug go in your shirt 

and wait for the leak in your chest 

I'll probably black out, think about my welfare days 

and times I had to sleep on the steps 

Niggas don't want it wit me, you could call me arrogant dog 

until you get stabbed in the jaw 

P'll run up in the hospital, stab you some more 

don't you fuck wit no nigga that be plannin for war 

I got slugs that go through you, put your man on the floor 

purplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peeps 

project was pussy and the lobby was sweet 

niggas had alotta mouth, but they body was weak 

[HOOK 2X]