(Answering machine): I'm not the only one living here, please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone. One! (Styles): I just wanted to
( First Part ) Mama said, Be nice with cops and policemen, Be nice with all those kids you hate, Your life is not too complicate. ( That?s Right! ) You
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas You know who it is? It's your nigga, Styles Holiday, the Ghost Pinero I go by many names I'm just happy to be doin' this
[Styles talking] My life.. Pharoahe Monch.. Ayatollah.. Holiday Styles.. Double R.. Rawkus Records.. Pharoahe talk to 'em.. let 'em try to understand..
curse in the game My vision is blurred, dreams is shattered, my heart is broke Pain so deep I find it hard to cope Missin' your smile and missing your style
Can You Believe It - Styles P [Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe
Yeah my niggaz, just spend a little bit of time with the ghost holiday, styles, pinero, well you listen to me real niggaz feel me, some real nggaz probably
[Verse 1] I gotta few things I wanna ask the Lord Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me and why's it so rough when you're young and black They say you
My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand Let 'em try, let 'em try now
All for one, one for all This is motherfuckin' beautiful Talk to 'em baby This for the cold D's that won't snitch For the murderers that won't miss For
shottie will handle that Styles Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost Styles Holiday shit, it's robbery shit Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go Styles
the thugs! [YO!] You dealin with the set, [YO!] so y'all throw it up! [Verse 2] It don't matter who you are, or what you say aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles
I'ma drink 'til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass That's one more chance, Dick Frank White ain't dead Think you
kill and I would never do you greasy baby And all you gotta do is chill a while And then the hammer said "cool" 'cause you know that I feel you Styles
I get high, I get high I get high, I get high I get high, I get high I get high, I get high I, I get high on your memory High on your memory High on your
f/ M.O.P. [Styles] My style's louder than a stereo Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers then show up at the burials I don't mean to
Holiday, get some of this motherfuckin' paper around here please? Shit, I'm fucked up, I ain't the lyin' type Can I get paid? I'm just tryin' to make