"Don't push the Mario man!" [Styles P] (In my hood) E'rybody sayin fuck 50 (fuck him) That he don't really want a buck fifty (uh-uh) Listen dawg, Banks
with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) 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,
ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50 Cent (Tony Yayo)] Em said you gone like my style Dre said you gone like my style I said you gone like my style
that's okay Cause 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
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck
G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away
I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll
experience to know what I'm talkin' about Ha ha It's where the goin' get rough [Styles P] Akon [Akon] The tough stay tough [Styles P] Styles P [Akon
: (feat. Styles P) [Akon:] Konvict, Konvict... [Styles P (Akon):] (I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get, hit with the thing, try to ride
I Stroke So Good, Like Tiger Woods And I Rowr Like A Tiger Would My Livelihood, Is Not Hollywood I'm Still Southside Atlanta, Thats A Lively Hood A Circus
: (feat. Styles) [Eve] They usually hate her when she comes around Huh, first lady mobbin nigga hit the ground Next break into that who we what a sound
P., up in Vegas, I'm up in Nike-town, so how you like me now, See the whole industry had to bite my style, [Chorus] See my head is so big they call me
I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong! While, others +Run+ a +Hundred Miles+ But I never run, never will Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin
] My chain hang loose like I wear my jeans I got soul like Rakim and Grandma Green's I represent The Projects, everything hood Big wolves in the woodwork
hood, the same slum Mother's third seed, father's first son Bastard child runnin wild, livin foul Ran into some juvenile niggas in design P.L.O. Style
Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name Young