see I survived Made the best of My Life Verse 2 [Styles P] I?m a man so I shed tears For my homies in the jail and my dead peers Lot of blood dropped
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway ...And I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT
me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P[chorus]I`m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I`m a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV
around one just one itchy feelin I feel nauseated from your evil drug dealin, bless feelin The definition of top billin It's ill the my vocabulary Diggin your life style
people My music will dominate the population like black people Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts I capitalize on my many and various styles
What, what? (This goes out to the general public) Yo.. you over there Styles? - Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin on us) Second album nigga - two guns up
[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
Ha Ha Whitey Ford X-ecutioners Style MC am I People call me "Ev" When I'm busting up the party hear my engine rev With high resolution in the late p.
me everywhere, i used to cop in Harlem, all of my dominicanos right there up on broadway, brought me back to that McDonalds, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com took it to my
I'm a show this world my struggle, my pain, my hunger, my hustle you can put it on my life Cause I do it for my niggas, for the love of my bitches If
Put it on my face to remind me Of all the shit I been through my physical presence, my pen too nice My first album sent you life I should of put down
downs, get my own shit, blowe Shot heard around the world Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple To make things simple my
about? I'm in the club doin' my two-step, I pulled about 8 broads already I'm just getting my feet wet But I ain't even knocking yo style 'Cause I'd
in my life and I'm trapped in the desert I never seen a honey sweeter, won't stop till I get her cause I need her, my senorita Chorus: Puff Daddy (singing
niggas just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my
my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows An' if the freaks get illy I smack the.... Whole days of my life are spent inside my
your chest It's a life, it's a style, it's a need, it's burlesque E-X-P-R-E-S-S Love, sex, ladies, no regrets E-X-P-R-E-S-S Love, sex, ladies, no regrets
