aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate
(feat. J-Hood) [Verse 1: Styles P] Man I rock the fuck out, though I don't know about everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gon' take muh'fucker Get
(feat. J-Hood) [Verse 1: Styles P] Man I rock the fuck out, though I don't know about everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gon' take muh'fucker
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York
I'm comin exquisite and V.I.P. Tryin to spread some love like roots on a tree Stayin true to this vision in the Y2G [Dove] Two G's got em scratchin
too lazy to make up shit, they crazy They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked they whole style
five years with D-R-E You minor, I'm major league But what y'all didn't expect to see is me on TV with Snoop D-O double G Smoke weed, get a buzz, show a young G
kickin a freestyle every now and then but mostly off the joint See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why the nigga the B-I-G like Tony
a joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files
gets snitched on that ain't tha worst Cuz he might not make it to tha last verse But meanwhile back in tha p now Me and my niggas is representin LBC style
i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D,
slept since, cause my dreams real big I ain't even rich yet, so get up off my dick bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low clip, pop
slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low clip, pop
Ruff Ryde) Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal shit of these O.G.s What's poppin', nigga? Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles
me Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low
Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When it drops it's game over, you'll see Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P,
, yo Yo, yo, yo hit 'em Kris What mean the world to me? H I P H O P And S I M, O N E and G O D, I stay low key I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan Then
niggaz ain't no toys You're fuckin' with sixteen styles over sixteen bars Sixteen car, man entourage And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist Styles