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Styles P Beats To My Rhyme

Intro] S.P. this where it started at, on the microphone? Rip a nigga, make him scream (Yeah Poobs, let's get him nigga) [Styles P] Beats to the rhyme

am I be dropped out of nothing I will return to nothing rotate my style my rhyme my way magician of a rhythm lover of animals damn I wanna hear 'em aquatic my

can ride around curbs And bounce your herbs tight What the fuck ? Yo put another beat on before you get peed on Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my

I'm stackin' in this game called rappin' Now I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beat And everytime you see me on the streets ,I gots some heat

nigga My style is similar to Tupac in fades up in ya and I get the highness vagina like the old G Papi Chulo my rhyme pattern keeps changing like they

the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme

the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme

range with this madness Unique design shine like a deep dish The beat kick technique split all your weak shit Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my

crime, some might sing or rhyme To escape the ghetto before the flatline Choices to make, what am I gonna do Got to use my talents, they gonna pull me