Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot Got To Switch My Style It's A Thousand Lil Me's Only Thing, I'm Majorin N Them Motherfuckas Lil League Got To Switch My Style Before I Got To Body Suttin Nigga You Aint Styles
P Dot W W W Dot Com Cocksucka Imma Let The Heat Pop (Hahaha) (Mariooo) [Chorus:] Got To Switch My Style A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It They Shit Sound Like Mine I Might As Well Be Writin It Got To Switch My Style
t'un breaker Mais j'ai toujours le style d'un Mc Bouge bien sur le beat style Baggy Beaucoup de metaphores dans mon rhyme book 93 Tchin! Refrain I'm on my
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
a time If there's a fire you know that she'd lay in the line And I just, close my eyes and curve my mouth Open my mind and words come out You're eclectic
is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade
on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on It's time to check cash Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass While the Klan try to kill me But I wrote 'riot' on my
, with sharp darts to the ear hole And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child Call his name, hear it echo for miles Check my fouls, before you get wild
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
residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James All my brothers from my
strength of ten men [King Midas Drunken Master] My, my, my... ...malignant melody My, my, my... It's just those wicked flow skills My... ...malignant melody Watch out. Watch out, 'bout to hurt ya! My
slave ships I used to watch "C.H.I.P.S." now I load glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not
cramp your style like a spasm Track em through the mud then I bag em We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls and I be raw, for four score
her man she feel like I don't love her, youknowhatI'mtalkinabout? This thing takes all kinds of turns and switches and changes, y'know It's called the P
yea) hard times baby, got bitches upstate doing 2-8 for first degree rape but i cant get uptate my name whole weight (wha u seh) like i said my name
an officer I just knock them down in groups of ten As if I'm in the lane aiming for bowling pins Then the style switch so quick Have you thinking that
Don] D. Don, I gets mine, and stay gettin it My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin it Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant V.I.P
lord... bring ya friendz you can switch but live time to show you what dat dick ckan do it's time to work yo butterfiez are gone stroke my dick whoth my
