more Style be forever raw, heaven or hell I'll stay forever S-T-L Catch me down down baby, in a black Humvee Comin' to get my fuckin' corner back for
the kind with big head bezel's Cutlass to benzes to a house on the hill Worth more than a mill and I still keep It reel I got more style nigga than
down to a science I'm giving you the physic you dealing with a gaint how it look wit a midget I don't move a pivet i lift a felanche unless it's bout
reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
't buy me Reebok's no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla Got a project
to get jerked A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent Rap artists be dying to a certain extent Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
The rap game is bumper to bumper, I take a shortcut I do a 120 down the deegan Fly past the cops, they like he's speeding I'm in a two triple zero mb
ground here, uh, that's a couple of million, F one O four F one O four here, uh, look this is a private thing And I don't want you talking about it Down
Ain't a damn thing promised to ya Except livin' your life, and dyin' one day, I'm just bein' honest to ya It take a whole lot, just to get a little Gettin
'm feelin' like a million away from two billion And I ain't stopped dealin', but am still in the game, still hearin' my name Half a million dollar car, quarter million
and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
reachin I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
when you browse through my X-files Who be next now? Man's down, hands down Hold ground by yo side when it go down I dedicate this next dart to my fuckin
save you Yo, it's going down baby, it's going down family That's my word, we gettin' ready to turn this shit To the two and three zeros, you know what
tell you this Man, I got more sounds in my trunck than elephants Yeah, this rap thang, it ain't half my elements You wanna be down, well baby, you betta
this you You a student fuckin' with a principal Rollin' like ten at a time Begin love revolves around a thin line Go against this send mine Lace you chase you down Let a