Letras:
Styles P G Joint

(feat. J-Hood) [Verse 1: Styles P] Man I rock the fuck out, though I don't know about everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gon' take muh'fucker Get

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York

joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files

i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D,

since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low clip, pop gun, hot

like that BLACK, matter of fact, in death react combat, motherfuckers don't want that style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up style Freestyle, so buckwild I got the style

me Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low

, yo Yo, yo, yo hit 'em Kris What mean the world to me? H I P H O P And S I M, O N E and G O D, I stay low key I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan Then

with the Game, get sick of the man who point the blame Still a p-o, p-i,m-p, we be p-a,p-e-r...chase Chorus: Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase