Letras:
Styles P Leave A Message

a message, what? [Chorus] [Styles P:] A message to the jail A message to the poor A message to the kids A message to the wild A message to the ladies

a message, what? [Chorus] [Styles P:] A message to the jail A message to the poor A message to the kids A message to the wild A message to the ladies

us tonight Ha, ha, ha, what uh-huh There is such a place that creates such a melody Brooklyn No ladies, it's a living dream It's a living dream, it's a

turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey Give it, you Smokey, man? Give it If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message Motherfucker, I said gimme the message

Or find yourself shot up, in the hospati You be leakin' and Dole in ya face, some hot teeth Yo it's Nore but you can call me P.O.P. And getta dose of

Slide through my terrain, take a ride with me, check out my lifestyle It's a off-road course, I stay challenged, but that's a good thing 'Cause it creates

But you would not kill a ant My skill is amp Would peel a nigga like a stamp Caliber is of Excallibur now you be damp When I operate a crop or copulate

us tonight) [Mos Def] Ha ha ha, what uh-huh There is such a place, that creates such a melody BROOKLYN No ladies it's a living dream, it's a living dream, it's a

But you would not kill a ant My skill is amp Would peel a nigga like a stamp Caliber is of Excallibur now you be damp When I operate a crop or copulate