you like my style, you haven't heard like this in a while, Sit back and realax yo' self and if you got to bump just rooooll Up, I know you like my style
can throw down like a killa Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl Move like you in a Hula Hoop Then blow me like you tryin' to cool
on some real 2Pac shit My style's smokin like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause
Lu' was like, "How you like the army jacket nigga? " When he wear Versace - young nigga, get like me He was poppin Cris' in 88 when Eric "Eazy-E" Wright
like Micheal Jackson (Break, Break y'all) Dance like Micheal Jackson (to the beat y'all) Dance like Micheal Jackson (Break, Break y'all) Dance like Micheal
and for the right price I can even make YO' shit tighter I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya You
uh I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty That's all.... You better watch who you talking bout Runnin your mouth Like you know me You gonn fuck
uh, uh, I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, that's all) You better watch who you talkin' bout, runnin yo mouth, Like you know me, you gon fuck
] No Don Corleone in my area But if you fuck up you'll have to do dirt But there's no time for dreamin' here when you go up, jealous people come even
ca [Foxy Brown] The Firm, baby [NTM] Chacun sa Mafia [Nas] Nas with NTM yo the Firm connect [Nas] Yo my mind is seeing through your design Like
that. I mean I promise y'all You fine and all And your girlfriend, she kinda raw But she not like you No, she not like you Right now I need you to mute
you pack light - act right You got it twisted tellin' niggas that you pack heat You ain't gunning now you runnin' like an athlete You ballas need to quit
a million like Aaliyah Burn like Gonorrhea, what? I beat the beater, snares everywhere Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist Audiences growing like a newborn You
before you will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you My tongue moves much faster than yours do Every three thousand styles I change my
flex" like Funk, then I "flash" like Grandmaster Ask you who the nicest, on mic devices My lyrical crisis'll have you seein' "illusions" like Cypress You
is yours for real You like the way I do the things I do It's all for you No way to fill my shoes 'cause all I do I do for you You like the way
we hop and then we swizzerve A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog Like
