my man up at ten He said P (whattup dawg) get the GT if you damaged the Benz It ain't the money it's respect that make me man of the men He said dollars
getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the
go it's thugs and drugs One day we bustin slugs, next day love is love Next week it's on again, we at war again So warn your men, G.D., we was born to
sayin' But what you might not know Is we got a lot of MC's in St. Louis So we gon' do it like this First up we got my man Jewely!!! [Jewely] Now what
that be buggin' Ha, Clark Kid what the deal? Group home, wanna hit? Wild man rest in peace Ant-Live Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse One] Yo it's the A-P-L-U, let
plate Never a dummy, rejections are funny First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money So by ten I was the mess, got a men and then I
Remy is what I drink if it's not Crystail, being broke is not my style, I'm a paid man runnin this game like youngins in the rain man, this Blade's how
army is there My loot'll gun a man, shoot the style of braids out your hair B's and all, catch you in a club or more ( ? ) your man ( ? ) Give him a ( ? )
[Verse One: Sadat X] This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree The deuce crew of
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back {Verse Two: Redman} Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
(feat. Styles P. & Swizz Beatz) [Intro - Swizz Beatz] Aooow! banger, let's go (Swizz, man) Styles P (Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy Full Surface, listen
they skin Blast for laughs at Chino actions Skill is a blessin you cowards could only imagine You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like
slip into that toy Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing? The man the music the making the king Constantly builded by me A million men marching like
Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men [Styles P] Fuck wit S.P that'
INNOCENT MAN 'TIL HE CONFESSES "Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" "Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" [El-P
It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick [x4, alternating Bigg Jus, El-P] [El-P
blends Kings of many men, ancient wisdom, sizzles in Got a whole crew of girls bent you raped Bell Bottom Tim This concluding a broadcast from here to the next millenium Off you niggaz execution style ? [El-P
