STYLES P lyrics : "The MC"
Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent
That's what KRS said
The Ghost ^!$$%, time is money
Double R, D-Block
Poobs let's go
If it's beef better move on ^!$$%, or get shot in the head
Or trucked over by the UConn ^!$$% (trucked over)
Touch me, lose two arms, ^!$$% you might think you hot
You dead wrong, you just lukewarm ^!$$%
I'm colder than the ice in the freezer
Butcher knife slice and you seize up
44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia
Late night I'm pipin a diva
All my ^!$$%z hyper and eager
In case I miss the hit the sniper'll leave ya
This case it's better to give than be the receiver
In the M-6 blowin the weed up
Comin through the hood makin sure that it's G'd up
I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I read up
My rap is like !@%!e, so my %#@! stay ki'd up
Y'all lil' ^!$$%z new to the slums
I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run
Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun
Ask the streets who can spit an iller fluid than son
Sheeit, nobody right? (Nobody)
Kill you, you a ^!$$% nobody like
$#&@ with me if you lookin for the rowdy type
I get it buzzin with cousin
Six dozen bullets skippin in the Audi right
This is Styles ^!$$%, I keep it comin like gunshots
And you ain't said nuttin in the wild ^!$$%
You ain't said nuttin, what? Mother$#&@er
Time is money ^!$$%, that's all I'ma say
Poobs we $#&@in out, see you at the finish line
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