Double Trouble

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Coming from the lower level
It's so evil, feels like I know the devil
Been in the hood my whole life, yeah I know the ghetto
Niggas got blow to pettal, and they be blowing metal
Get shot from a younging or an older fella
[?] cocaine and baking soda go together
Niggas is hotheaded, even in the coldest weather
Niggas is real rough, tougher than your oldest leather
Look at [?] you should be, they roll together
[?] seven thirty eight, and the old beretta
If you pussy, then we shouldn't do a show together
Homie did ten years flat, never wrote a letter
Told him hold it now, bet you we gon' hold it down
Life's like a big ass blunt, we gon' blow it now
We know nothing but the struggling
Fucking with these brothers, looking for double trouble

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
If this is PS3, what level would it be?
Many men free, [?] till the gun is empty
Tom Clancy, a long way from trips to [?]
Now the don gorilla be fancy
[?] two G's, whips don't use no keys
Look up, it's all V.I.P.'s
The [?] drinking with me half black and Japanese
Homie please
Still keep the shooters booked, couple computers
Some dutchies [?] ounce of that sticky
You know the god is picky
Black Benz or the seven sixty
Police watch me like new releases
My cocaine flow is bigger than a couple pieces

[Verse 3: Styles P]
It's nothing but double trouble
[?] niggas is gon' hustle
[?] free the people, some people is gon' struggle
So people like me and my folks is gon' hustle
You ain't got the piece of the puzzle, and your thoughts ain't clearer than the water you guzzle
Go hard to cop my homes and my cars and duffles
Fuck it up and you can see the flash from the muzzle
Cock sucker
Coming from the lower level
Made it to the upper level
Two guns up, one [?]
You and your man, bitch, you can be stucked together
[?] cause they getting cut together