[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
Akon?Styles P Konvict?Konvict?Konvict Feel This One Kon Please Tell Me It?s over Verse 1 [Styles P] I?m in the streets where the soldiers stay You
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
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
aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate
as a kite, I'm in the 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
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy
Oh! Most of us came from a broken home, Drowning all my sorrows, Drinking liquor trying to smoke alone Arguing with my wife so I broke the phone, ...but
how we live [Styles:] Smoking, drinking, hustling, thinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Drug spots, projects, Jail cell stinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles
I'm black, whether I'm poor or rich Or rich or poor though it's all the same shit I'm black even though my skin's kind of light That mean my ancestors
Shit is too too crazy...listen god bad luck like I ran and fucked a voo-doo lady/ Every other week I'm in handcuffs..stack somethin, loose somethin,
be good A message to the world, I don't give a FUCK P smoke 'til he he and he drink 'til he earl [Chorus] [Styles P:] Many ways they can send you a
East Coast Mcee's Down South MC's Never Fucking Forget | Whose the HARDEST MC! You on the MTV list I put ya Brains all over ya MTV Crib Whoever wrote
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
trey-duce In my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose It's like thugs ain't partyin', I smoke 20 dimes I seen 20 dimes I love they body and P tryin
life (living this street life) That hood life (living oh yeah) Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life) Gotta sacrafice (ohow) [Styles P
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 ma
[Styles P] D-Block! I ain't Cam, but it's muthafucking Killa Season Homey's dying over ignorant nigga reasons Know the home fried, lotta egos Hoodrat
