Yeah my niggaz, just spend a little bit of time with the ghost holiday, styles, pinero, well you listen to me real niggaz feel me, some real nggaz probably
(Intrumental)
move through my terrain, even in 4-wheel drive And I'm your highness, finest You hungry? Try this, buy this, livest Uh huh, I take my rap style real serious
2 - B.o.B] Hands down, there will never be another one (Nope) I've been around, and I've never seen another one (Never) Because your style, I ain't
? Where's my record? Where's my record? [ Divine Styler ] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out [ Donald D ] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style
a grudge No love for thugs pushing drugs Guerilla warfare with ice mugs Inside the borough, pure bred head the stero Style deniro, slottin in chrome is
, you think it won't go so Just ask Ro Ro, Lockjaw or Abie, Buck tooth or Mobb Chiggy Chase or Kay Bee Who got that Swazy flow, kind of style? Ask any
she's a rock, (Oh!) Excuse my rocking, I wanna rock, (Hey!) You know I'll rock you, you like jack to my style, (What you say!) Aaaooouh! [Verse 2:] [
-money right (Dollar bills) I got my money-money-money right (Dollar bills/ Hundred dollar bills, we got hundred bills) Layzie Bone (Lil' Lay tell 'em) Look, my flow style
battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin status my nigga You hoes ain't got lyrics to handle me nigga Man I got styles, styles, and many styles
while your man's in the back When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me Rider like me [Styles P:] Listen
now that my son been born And every ***** where I be, I put in work for free, It's D Block mothafucka, here grab this P [Styles P] Welcome to D Block
Intro: Common Yeah one two bless Yeah yeah check it I got my mellow Sean Lett He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style Eighty seven you know the
In Your Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Be I Don't Pop Trunk Wit Lights Dats Where Dey Choppa Be. Straight To The Hotel All Da Bad Chickins Followin' Me I Know You Like My Style
Method Man] I get scanned, rip sand With this stick style Pistol, lick ground Get off my dick now Kick crowd, hot style You-get-shot-style Timid, scared
do the brown If you down we can bounce right now, pick up a pound Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now [ chorus ] [ outro: fat joe
backflip in my Cadillac? Jump out on the corner like you on the stage When you meet a pimp, what you think I'm gonna say? BIATCH! Cause I know yo' style
like how we do it then back di.... down Yuh need to bite yuh lips, stop talkin shooo All yuh boooos out there caan do it like this Our styles our hips
