[Styles P] Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent That's what KRS said The Ghost nigga, time is money Double R, D-Block Poobs let's go If it's
new style) Give it to me I'm (flowin in file with a new style) A special shout goes out to East New York Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft. Greene Styles upon styles
T.C down for what ever I'm on tv, down avec Kool Rock, j't'un breaker Mais j'ai toujours le style d'un Mc Bouge bien sur le beat style Baggy Beaucoup
hate to hear "He say, She say" shit Unless he say she say she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive
Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it) He's the A-P-L-to-the-D-E-Ap Linkin up with the Primo, do it.. And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P Hookin up with
besetzt geht S1?? auf die Beats, 58 auf die Raps Chorus: Master P komm und kick deinen Schei? fur den Topf ich wei? es gibt Props Master P komm und
hip-hop francais repose en paix Mesdames, messieurs, ici-bas pour representer On roule tous a 200, certains ont pete l'essieu J'ai pas prete mon style
. Peu m'importait la 2e guerre, la marseillaise et Louis XVI. J'suis pas d'ici moi, c'est ecrit sur mon passeport, J'veux etre MC moi, et je n'serai jamais
slim and your future's Whim [Proof] Ha ha....don't stop D-12 y'all...yea we bust it off the top We get in that ass Preparation-H style Knock more boots
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
cats died, slaid by the beast That night, 5-0 held caught in the streets [scratching by El P & Mr. Len of Company Flow] [El-P] Petrofied little venomist
Treacherous three Wegen solchen Leuten nenn ich mich nich bester MC Bei meinen Tracks nicken selbstbewusste Schwestern zum Beat Buchstabiert R-E-S-P-
e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC
that style that I know you'l like im from detroit the city of boom (boom) I used to send violent j to his room (whut?!) when I bust this funky style
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
hand-piece throbbin Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings [Chorus x2] [Verse Two: Inspector Deck] Yo I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes MC
from it. Can't stand how these dick rock bandits even get granted the access. All up in the mix, wanna be a Kanye. Wanna be a Skateboard P. But nigga
