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Styles Listen

Listen You aint gotta cry no more, I said you aint gotta cry no more Black child Listen We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all Devil man Listen

and all you do is eat it up I'm the kid that's keepin hip-hop spunky So yo Boss, get funky Listen to the drum [VERSE 2: The E] Listen up people, I'm

Listen to what the flower people say Aahhh - Listen, it's getting louder everyday Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue Aahhh - Listen, it could be

You are the one who can make moments last forever The one that makes the sun shine where ever you go why make it harder, than it has to be just listen

and tall Easy to fall for the cake, they throwin they walk Most niggaz wanna shine when it ain't they time Comin up with styles mimickin mine My infinite

Acting bad in the slab, filling up at Texaco Chop chop twist twist, on my way to Mexico Videos and commercials, radio and rehearsals In hover crafts I love to laugh, my style

Begs can't be choosey Yeah all right y'all oh oh oo alrighty listen [Verse 1:] Since the very first day I fell in love It's a wonder how I knew what

to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to get it on So listen up close and listen

m tired of you saying that!" [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style Saying we're too nasty and we're 2 Live