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Styles P Make Millions

around and catch a Mack to your back Verse Two: Redman Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I. Oops I lie,

a msterpiece, my money's still stacking like Master P's Feeling like Mighty Mouse the way I be taking flights to stack the cheese Please, you better not make

divvies make The presidential should look like strawberry shortcake, P Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed in, me unscratched in That millionaire boys club fashion Uh, you niggas is clones I hand out styles

than you Get yours, get yours baby I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't understand Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up Will he style

and my beats be pumpin' loud like samba schools to make you move this party will never end, no baby it's never over all the millions of brazilians come and make

mack all the ghosts Oaktown style is the only way I catch a new freak every day It's not the Yellow Brick Road It's called the 'Foothill Strip' Stand on your toes, make

make your head alternate 'Cause while you stabbing, I'm jabbing you get to rapping and acting And try to make it a habit, but tricks ain't for silly rabbits Flawless style

Look how I flip, ain't this a bitch? Now I'm making you dance Yeah, it's Show B I Z from your neighbor H double O D I R A P because I wanna stay fat

make no sense for you to pray for your life I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY Styles