somethin bad happen, y'know? HAHAHAHAHAHA~! [Swizz Beatz:] Who want a problem ha, ha? [x4] [Styles P:] Yeah, I wanna know who got a problem with me I ain't got a
Fore somethin bad happen, y'know? HAHAHAHAHAHA~! [Swizz Beatz] Who want a problem ha, ha? (*4X*) [Styles P] Yeah, I wanna know who got a problem with me I ain't got a
ain't the devil I promise You want to see the devil take a look at Clarence Thomas Now you're saying, "Who?" like you a owl Throw in the towel, the devil
a suit out Who doubt, can it be hard faking these gods Yo Don, the kid down the block, he's writing your style Kicking your style, flaunting your style
be confused with Commercial radio rap put out for your amusement God gave me a brain so I'ma use it [Hook: scratched] Who in the world want war [x7]
told you who I rep Cus I was raised with a one track MIND And one black NINE [Tek] I'm from the streets were a average man can become a killa And it will
ya, hah Living in the same place What style is Proof gonna do this time? Ya really wanna know, huh? What is he gonna do? You got niggas who said, "I'm
streets Y'all use beats for help; we help the beats Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, it's a wonderful
life savings up in Las Vegas I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller Keep white in the office, call it Jerry Heller Lettin' off a hundred rounds, let the
like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood! [Chamillionaire] I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a
a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream team Them
a duck a You know I came for trouble Some thug wit' the crosser Hollow let a bust a The hood for da money Comin' from a junkie Yo' nose kinda runny
nigga tell you his name [Styles] I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thuggin' at I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat P'll go to war
to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga [Styles] I love my niggas, why wouldn't I Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I Want a lot of things
does Next, snap, when I walked in Playa Made Mexican ballin' Braided up with a diamond grin' Crystal, Don P and a bottle of Hen' In the V.I.P. Gettin'
a robbery, nigga fuck fuck That's real cuz after I rob a nigga, what what Y'all don't want no problems with us us Problem here, let them niggas go, followed
cats see me party I hardly sip bacardi So your clique think a nigga to pretty to sip a mixed drink (uh uh) But chicks think when they see I be a V.I.P
