[Verse 1: Styles P]
Another small time cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant (Uh-huh)
Always seem pleasant, happy to be present
Said he past due, he shouldn't have been in the essence
Streets is your girl, treat it like your wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but death ain't right
Hold your breath, next step ('Cause what?)
Life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph' ain't tight (What you gon' do?)
Styles hit the dark side, show 'em the light (What? Yeah)
Co-defendant to the ice that freezes emcees (Come on)
Friend of the flame (Yeah)
Burn 'em in one game (What?)
Tell oxygen to not hoppin' in
But he a lil' time nigga, I ain't thinking of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretched up worse than them (Aight)
Been experts and did less work than them
With no album, we net worth more than them (Uh)
These cats didn't think that The LOX could do it
Got a hundred different styles that'll guide you through it (Nigga)
I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid
That'll crack sidewalks and rise the sewers
You got some fly shit (What?)
But my shit (What, what?)
Is like the whole city falling out the sky, bitch, loud crash
I'm the quiet loud ass (Yeah)
Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass (Why not?)
Make six digits eight and cop a palace (Aight)
Make every rapper sick and call me malice
Y'all niggas would never know what the Styles have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a coward's back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that? (Uh)
Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track (Uh)
Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black (Uh, uh, uh)
Another small time cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant (Uh-huh)
Always seem pleasant, happy to be present
Said he past due, he shouldn't have been in the essence
Streets is your girl, treat it like your wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but death ain't right
Hold your breath, next step ('Cause what?)
Life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph' ain't tight (What you gon' do?)
Styles hit the dark side, show 'em the light (What? Yeah)
Co-defendant to the ice that freezes emcees (Come on)
Friend of the flame (Yeah)
Burn 'em in one game (What?)
Tell oxygen to not hoppin' in
But he a lil' time nigga, I ain't thinking of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretched up worse than them (Aight)
Been experts and did less work than them
With no album, we net worth more than them (Uh)
These cats didn't think that The LOX could do it
Got a hundred different styles that'll guide you through it (Nigga)
I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid
That'll crack sidewalks and rise the sewers
You got some fly shit (What?)
But my shit (What, what?)
Is like the whole city falling out the sky, bitch, loud crash
I'm the quiet loud ass (Yeah)
Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass (Why not?)
Make six digits eight and cop a palace (Aight)
Make every rapper sick and call me malice
Y'all niggas would never know what the Styles have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a coward's back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that? (Uh)
Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track (Uh)
Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black (Uh, uh, uh)
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