[Intro: Styles P] There we go, that's why, there we go Close that door Always need ya niggas, I needed my nigga Yeah... [Verse 1: Styles P] I told you
Ghost Hoodie Season Somebody gotta hold it down, you know [Verse 1:] It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches) It's a couple rappers that's kissing
the shit that I spit on the record wasn't real! Hood man, but they know... But they end up in jealousy to end a nigger high! The other day I say... fuck
without us - but it's ok! No, you can't live without us - it's ok! But go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok! [Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P] Checks get
memory I get high, high, high, high (everyday) I get high, high, high, high (every night) I get high, high, high, high (all the time) Everyday I need an ounce and a half S-P
to live homie if we livin to die [Styles P:] I don't give a fuck what many men wish I from the D Block, clickin out semi auto shit P a hustler, I'm
(feat. Jadakiss) D Block Double R, Time is money Niggas is cowards Load up nigga [Verse 1: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)] Yo, we would have been killed you (
P Dot W W W Dot Com Cocksucka Imma Let The Heat Pop (Hahaha) (Mariooo) [Chorus:] Got To Switch My Style A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It They Shit Sound Like Mine I Might As Well Be Writin It Got To Switch My Style
(feat. 354) Come on man Sp 3 5 4 Strugglin my life God damn I reflect on Those I used to hustle with And now we just fly kites Damn we be living some
Aint 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
million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other
city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa
a towel ride sexy through the city see me you will be aroused my bankroll so well endowed pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style and in crowds catch
and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style
clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeah this hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for this the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
melt he won't cop from none other The he who holds O's like Krispy Kreme's oven Or easy bake, pink divvies make The presidential should look like strawberry shortcake, P
stay low You know my style babe bro, yeah, make dough Manicure, facial, face glow, fuck it if you say so I keep you P.I., that's how we break hoes We
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
