out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW
you shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me now you're just a enemy Chorus Verse Three: Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies
Intro: (some 'dreadhead', won't translate to avoid offending) Verse 1: One, two, three and I come with the wicked style and you know that I'm from
sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint 'Cause I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me I got the Bentley
1) I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face Screaming for they mama, left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist Don
she likes bars she likes diamonds too she likes stars if they rendevouz she drinks champagne to maintain her style she likes a man only for a while she
a fly guy with a big Mercedes he thought he could get all type of ladies he makes a lot of money cause he is a money maker and if he looks for style
I see ur first priorities are discussing me in maccy d's at about half three, While you'r munching on ur quater-pounder with cheese, Chatting about
When that three way mirror meets your eye On a slow night On a slow night How you would walk the fashion mile Hand me down and call it style Your boots
back, momma screams where she sons at Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place Settled by the judge many years ago Three
be rated a 12 (right!) You know it and these cats hate it I got nothing outdated If it is it's self rated S-class wit everything voice-activated Chrome rim three
another one no doubt Get a couple hoes roll out Beef you don't want non to go down Dum de, de dum dum that's my style The city in from is coming with
soil Over drama, or you could sleep with the fishes My clutches are tight and I'll take your last wishes One for the money, two for your girl Three for
gonna get a scar When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through My mom is my hero Two three nine
like Barstow, arsenal run up on em, get up on em, drill em with the clips, n-ggas gon respect mine, i run this whole sh-t, crip rag in my pocket, three
I'm still afraid Propped by lies and promises - saving my place as life forgets Maybe it's time I saw the world I'm only here for awhile - but patience is not my style
know about Ryu (Faggot) What You know about this huh (ahhhhh) [Tak:] Another half ass hit out now We used to chill till the mother f (Screech) did our style
HUT THREE, HUT!) S.O.A.D., live and uncut! Styles unbreakable, shatterproof To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot! BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style