the roaches if anyone approaches We be like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R&B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers My style
we done blew up, fell off, but came right back up, from grindin' over time... -Wish Bone- And you know its real, we used to wear each others shoes, whats
shit that I spit on the record wasn't real! Hood man, but they know .. But they end up in jealousy to end a nigger high! The other day I say.. fuck When
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
You don't want no problems with me (LADIES!) You see me, leave me alone 'Fore somethin bad happen, y'know? HAHAHAHAHAHA~! [Swizz Beatz] Who want a problem ha, ha? (*4X*) [Styles P
's one of those things man You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about It's where the goin' get rough, Akon The tough stay tough, Styles P, up
that my son been born And every ***** where I be, I put in work for free, It's D Block mothafucka, here grab this P [Styles P] Welcome to D Block, a
't know my n***a I ask myself the same s*** everyday How the f*** am I supposed to smile Life's real over here though Y'know Verse 2 (Styles P) Styles
[Styles P:] Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~! Yeah... [Rashad (Styles P):] Heyyyy-yayyyyy You're the one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that
bullshit is we still gotta watch for that truck Ya knahmean, y'all niggaz remember that night dog? Only B.G. had his gun on him man, word up Styles P
Yeah, D-Block Styles P, you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, yeah Let's go You get smacked with the hammer, nigga play your position 'Fore rigor
erase this message press seven, to save it press nine Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you Jesus Christ boy, one Yeah, D-Block Styles P
nd grade I'd go home, write a poem, put it right to a beat What I would do what I would say if we would one day meet Started gettin' older, still lovin' your style
, D-Block, D-Block) La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block) La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da [Styles P] Warrup nigga, Your
Your grind? Yeah, yeah You're charged with possess in other people property Yes, your honor, I'm guilty of trudge But you know what? Let me tell you a
? Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib nigga Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet nigga Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other
shit Top down air forces white tank and shit Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet This bank I get style