Letras:
The Styles The Music Sucks

The music sucks and that's a genuine truth when you're not around I feel that nothing is good probably it's a fact and probably it's not but when I?m

to their sound Til the time has come as I proclaim to you All you sucka duck rappers, your era is through You call yourselves kings, that is only a dream You need style

on my toes Stealing my style even wearing my clothes Fuck all them haters, (So) fuck all them hoes Fuck all them haters Saying that my music's not deep

we live for the thrill [Verse Two: B-Real] Plug the mic in, and I'll move the crowd Neighbors get mad cause the music's loud I send a few girls in the

take each day the bullshit don't stop Got to act with the man cause I don't suck cock No matter how bad I wanna get to the top The music go out like a

killas The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice Drop them zeros and get with these heroes Do you want losers or winners, this music is in us,

when you was rappin' before the time of your deal (uh) and now that you got signed, oh it's clear and it's simple, you're only makin' music that you pretend

make me stalk you girl Bizzy go to jail and you just up and change your whole world You finally got someone to love you, complimentin your style When

: [Intro:] This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit Bring it! [MCA:] Jump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in [?]