aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate
(feat. J-Hood) [Verse 1: Styles P] Man I rock the fuck out, though I don't know about everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gon' take muh'fucker Get
(feat. J-Hood) [Verse 1: Styles P] Man I rock the fuck out, though I don't know about everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gon' take muh'fucker
here we go) [Daddy-O] 1993, and we say.. I'd like to give a big up to my East coast peeps Showbiz and A.G., P.E., B.D.P. G. Rap and Polo, Lords of the
lazy to make up shit, they crazy They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked they whole style
kickin a freestyle every now and then but mostly off the joint See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why the nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich
and hot cherries On virgin mic's, style very cri-Tical By any means necessary, mad lyr-ical The Ghostrider, want vengeance on you style biters Ya whole
y'all Fly fly y'all (5X) [Redman] Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees Then we buy G's
joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files
snitched on that ain't tha worst Cuz he might not make it to tha last verse But meanwhile back in tha p now Me and my niggas is representin LBC style
i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D,
Ruff Ryde) Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal shit of these O.G.s What's poppin', nigga? Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles
me Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low
Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When it drops it's game over, you'll see Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P,
, yo Yo, yo, yo hit 'em Kris What mean the world to me? H I P H O P And S I M, O N E and G O D, I stay low key I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan Then
niggaz ain't no toys You're fuckin' with sixteen styles over sixteen bars Sixteen car, man entourage And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist Styles
with the Game, get sick of the man who point the blame Still a p-o, p-i,m-p, we be p-a,p-e-r...chase Chorus: Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
m in the '06 G.T. All about them G's B, we the B.G. Byrd Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see Like KRS-One, the great B.D.P. You wanna join the crew, then you must
