Take a look, around you Peoples faces capture in your stare Take a look above you Can you feel it, I can everywhere and I can feel us rising you can
Oh no baby you keep rockin' me out Oh no baby you keep rockin' me out Oh no baby you keep rockin' me out Go slow baby while you're rockin' me out (Oh
, not filla' I could walk up in a church a start a Mosh Pit up Yeah, I bring the pain 11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger Style Crane I'm back nigga
know my style, you know my steelo (8X) Verse One: Erick Sermon I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers Don't udder because my style
rhythm You gotta do it in style and rhythm, style and rhythm Do it in style, you got to do it in rhythm Oh, do it in rhythm, style and rhythm, style
You change the game I like your thug style Hey you it's me turn the music down So you can hear my invitation Now what I want you to do is come through
i put this uzi in ya mouth and squeeze the trigga like a fat ass shoot em in the fucking face chainsaw em down streets tell em what it is "execution style
Yeah! that's how we do it in oaktown, baby... $hort dog's on the microphone... Straight from the east side... I'm a player, bitch, oakland style They
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Miami, south beach bringing the heat Can y'all feel that, can y'all feel that Check it out Here I am in the place where I 'com
whisperin' and sayin' stuff to themselves About how you ain't this you ain't that, what did you used to do Jeff? Word, Rhythm Trax, House Party Style
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy
Turn it up, turn it up Swizz Beats the monster Fix ya, face, Ruff Ryders, let's do it D-Block, EVE, Styles P and Sheek, wasup, wassup Let's do it Walk
Then she go and get a doobie wrapped Lookin' at the God, like we all a little One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke Holiday Styles, dick one shot
make no sense for you to pray for your life I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY Styles
You Wha, wha, yeah It's like a team over here daddy One for all, and one for one (Let it flow, flow, flow, ahh yeah) If it ain't that then it ain't right
[Verse 1: Styles P] (*Floetry) (I'm Black!!!)Whether I'm poor or rich or rich or poor its all the same shit (I'm Black!!!) Even though my skins kind of
I like to dedicate this mother fucking album, To my brother, Who's gone but he still here with me, No matter where you at we always together, No matter
Lick a shot for the predicate felons and gangster niggas That know that doing their time is better than tellin' Don't tell Dog, lick a shot for the graveyard