"Don't push the Mario man!" [Styles P] (In my hood) E'rybody sayin fuck 50 (fuck him) That he don't really want a buck fifty (uh-uh) Listen dawg, Banks
G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away
niggas just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my
drivin' a Delorean, hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up, get my d-ck sucked, with the curtains closed, and for the record kid, my
been deflated this aint a championship fight I've been the greatest see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with
I finger f-ck my firearm, we intimate, Im into it [Chorus] [Jadakiss] hit em in the head with the dummies than you good funeral homes make the most money in the hood
you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P I M P Not what you
poem for the many gun-slingers R&B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers My style is perhaps one of the foulest I inhale large clouds of smoke through my
[Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh
Styles P:] Ghost Vinny Idol nigga YEAH~! Flipsyde [Flipsyde (Styles P):] And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn..) Burn one down (this song.. the fuck
zone all alone Muthafucka 'case I'm dyin' tonight So I roll 'em up back to back, fat as I could You got beef with Styles P, I come to slide to the hood
I don't mean Vince, Purple label and purple Porsche... I look into the sky life, my life And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights. Blowin'
[Havoc:] Told you I got you my nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz [know why you in that top 5. [Styles:] This is my livin nigga [Havoc
A message to my pops, my head's on my shoulders And I'm takin care of family and never will it stop A message to my sister, your big brother got you But
lame and i cant forget the game with old timers this is S.P the ghost, puffin on a bone in the zone where it affects me the most [Style P adlibs] pocket
) Gotta sacrafice (ohow) [Styles P] I don't need no pen, I don't pad Yeah I miss my brother yeah I miss my dad Wanna kill the whole world, sometimes
act, and And if it's all hood, babe Why you lookin so sad, babe Always gettin mad at me My niggaz don't know how to act, no-HOHHH~! [Styles P:] You can
