I am real, I don?t want to hurt no one I can?t breathe ?til you turn on THE START
I am real I don't want to hurt no one I can't breathe 'til you turn on THE START (Thanks to Alessio for these lyrics)
An enemy of the states is going to be killed The firing squads are dressed to kill Duty first and they're well drilled Army style Army style Army style
[Stile e quello che voglio sentire] Devi fare quello che ti pare fatti trasportare da questo suono che va c'e da bere si puo esagerare senti come sale
I'm tradin' in all the hard, hard times me and my friends have had through the years for a pair of old chucks and a worn thin shirt and somethin' that
feat. Ghostface Killah) [Intro: Styles P (Ghostface)] Yo Vinny Idol, what do you call under the underground? (Twin Ghost Experience!) YEAH! [Styles
with my nigga G-Dep We about to do it Gorilla style, u heard It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it Coming rambo style
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
Keke:] It's fa sho, we step in the do' motivated My click iced out, prepare to be faded My watch my wrist, my neck so crushing We hit the dance flo', and bitches start
there that's talking shit, niggaz out there that's riding dick Talking down on the Screwed Up Click, they must don't know who they fucking with Five star
nigga door (nigga door) And make them suckers feel the pain like the figure four (bitch!) In two thousand I ain't playing with these nigga roes (yeah) All these haters gone start
my style, (Don't even tell me, don't even tell me), I guess I feel (insane ...?) for a while, This is not my style, (Don't even tell me, don't even tell
the New York subway. Hop in the car with my friends and drive up the pacific coast highway. It's time to be the star of my show, Wear what's in style
is gonna be presidin' Lookey here, boy, from now on you're gon' be a nigger lover, boy Smile, you're gonna be a God-damned rap star You're gon' get off
arms tisk and say that I lie there's one rare and odd style of thinking part only known to the everybody Jenny the small step and giant leap takers got the head start
can be sweet Caught in a flash Cover girl freezes her smile Media trash Blinding the crowd with such style It's a dazzling affair A fantasy to star in
tip, from the blood on my lip. You gotta a little truth, no way to shake it loose. What can I say. She stole my time, and shook my bits. Walks in style