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,
(feat. Sizzla) [Sizzla:] WOOO~! Ha, King Selassie I know Sizzla Kalonji, girls smiles, whoa-yeah-yeahhh [Styles P:] Shit is too too crazy, listen Got
[Styles P] Holiday Styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck if I ain't gettin proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still
mix it. Can’t none of you mc’s ever **** with these. You be crazy on my ****, like some p**no chick. For the style that I’m blessin, ain’t no second
Holiday styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck If I ain't gettin' proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
M.O.P First Family Firing Squad and you know they make it happen And it's gonna be til' infinity Firing Hard sendin' up to all those thugs now Babe Why
[Verse 1] I suggest you cut the game niggas And all that flossin'll get you killed in the field Thats why I'll be bringin the pain niggas This heres a
. Have a few words with the cannon. Tell it to my mother fuckin cannon. From Philly to where I'm landin Ima cannon. And I'm on that Philly fire shit,
flavor like Punisher to the cure A parent's birth picture, evade mixture of offspring Ring ring the alarm, cause I set strong cases of fire from my wire
, your veins remian cold (chorusx2) [planet] yo i was born to intensify your brain with skill my name is ill, P thats for the pain you feel LA for
blocks, I knock you inna Skelly I know you're jelly, because Fame, Billy and I be Mashin' out crews of bad dudes for nothin' Or 'cuz they frontin', they corny style
ready to die Why the fuck they frontin like they is? [Prodigy] Aiyyo Dunn, aiyyo yo You could catch P laid back, in triple black trucks Or catch him swingin pain
see me) call me psychotic or your very closest enemy (closest enemy) there ain't no flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p) and
[Styles P] Holiday Styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck if I ain't gettin proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit
(feat. Gerald Levert) [Styles P + (Gerald Levert):] (From the heart) This shit is crazy Storch (From the soul) Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh) I appreciate
hot ones Fireballs flamin' out the mouth, lockin' your lungs Let me explain what the pain is about Oscar the Grouch, out the trashcan, Dead Presidents style
