Styles P

This is the north part of Yonker
Their home
A whole world all to itself
You could get to any borough 30 minutes from here
It might as well be 3,000 miles away
Over there, that's Alexander Street Precinct
The sounds of the sirens fill the neighbornood
It was around 1997
L-O-X was the sound of the street
(*short clip of a song by the Lox*)
Felt like there was a Bad Boy in every corner back then
Was the time then
Mike Tyson was about to fight Holyfield
For the heavyweight title
Tyson was that nigga, word up
Pops used to sneak us into the gambling spot
To watch the fight on pay-per-view
That's Gettys Square
That's where everything went down at
I'll talk to y'all about that later
Over there
That's the hill
That's where we got rated at
Cops battling
A little red house
59, Chestnut Street, second floor
That's the lookout store
Ayo when shit was moving slow at the spot
All you would here is...

Oh yeah, S.P. the Ghost, I'm back
Y'all know how I do
You don't want no problems with me (Ladies!)
You see me, leave me alone
'Fore somethin' bad happen, ya know?

Who want a problem ha, ha?
Who want a problem ha, ha?
Who want a problem ha, ha?
Who want a problem ha, ha?

Yeah, I wanna know who got a problem with me
I ain't got a model with me, good lookin' hood chick
That'll hit you with a bottle for me
A couple homies from the hood that know how I do
When I move they goin' follow me
Yeah, you from D-Block right?
Ruff Rydin all night, you outta see my lights
Watch the 'gnac get chased by the champagne
Mary jane blowin', livin' life in the fast lane
Gotta stay fresh, cause I live by my last name, Styles
And they ain't make 'em like me in a while
Black tie affair, them Airs is crocodile
So whoever want a problem I still can stomp you out

[Chorus: x2]
Who want a problem ha, ha?
Who want a problem ha, ha?
Who want a problem ha, ha?
Is it the nigga over there?

Yeah look look
Neo on the beat, glock in my murder hand
Back seat Pakistan, I can just kill a man
It's gettin' warm, they home for the summer
And left the winter clothes in the dorm
I don't want a problem, it's too much flesh out
They want me to cock back and blow their chest out
See me in the yard with a Newport, stressed out
It's too damn hot to walk around here vest out
Feel me dog, make money or make a hit
Other than that, can't think of shit
My son gettin' bigger, it's like every week this lil' nigga
His clothes or his Jordan's don't fit, who want a problem?

[Chorus]

Hey! I'm comin' the 4th quarter
So I'ma just give you the summer to tread water
Way they wrote it down in the paper it said slaughter
Found him in the tub with nothin' but red water
But anyway, back on track
Honey in the black on black, ass all fat
What up ma? You feel like winnin', feel like spinnin'?
Lil' Jimmy Chu footwear, antique denim
Shh, you do the math to that, six months
For these Louis and these jeans is a half a stack
What more could you ask than that?
Whoever got a problem get all of the desert and half the mac

[Chorus]

Talk to me!

[Styles]
The Ghost, Desert Storm {New, Styles P!}
DJ Envy, feel me nigga, fuck with us nigga
Whattup? {C'mon man!}

If it's a gun I don't mind to pull it (uh-uh)
Hit your son with the nine millimeter with the rhino bullets
Know S.P.'ll lose your peeps (lose 'em)
Come through in a bullshit hoopty with the Gucci seats {Yeah!}
With some Brooklyn bitches that'll boost for weeks (boost)
So you know I stay fresh for days (fresssh)
Tote the gun in your mouth, 'til your death is just a breath away
You alone like "The Castaway"
Listen dawg, if you ain't pass a dude then you pass away (that's it)
They ain't tell you that the Ghost was here?
You ain't seen me comin?
Told your man that the coast was clear (it ain't clear)
Now I'm tearin off both your ears (both)
Kick in the door, load the shotty watch the sofa tear
Y'all "Scarface" niggaz, Sosa here (boss)
So the army and the coke are here, we loc' out here (crazy)
They ain't tell you that I +Ryde or Die+?
Thirty niggaz on your block, only five alive
Shit, they ain't tell you that I'm harder than Brillo (whattup)
I'ma give your mother the wire, your father the pillow (shit)
I don't play too much, I weigh too much
And when it comes to the drugs, I wait too much
And I don't say too much, I spray too much
Step over the dead body then I blaze the dutch
What? {What!} My niggaz {Envy!}

[Chorus: Styles]
You know what?
I'm takin over the game cause niggaz is lame and everybody's so butt
You know why?
Cause I feel I could, I +Ryde or Die+ and everyday I'm so high
You know where?
Right in they crib in front of they kids, I feel I gotta go there
You know when?
I ain't tellin you niggaz so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym

[Styles]
{Desert Storm!} I buy back haze just to get me weeded
One cornball nigga just to get me heated (one)
Listen nigga I am not playin (uh-uh)
He gon' know, the .3 gon' blow and he gon' see the shots sprayin
Wrong end of the barrel (wrong end)
Too bad but, I'ma ring your bell like a Christmas Carol (ding dong)
If I run out of bullets
The Ghost is a Sage', and I don't ever miss with arrows
Got a old, old soul; I miss the pharaohs
I am too deep for you, street for you (deep)
Wanna fuck with S.P. I'll bring the heat to you (bring it)
Five niggaz holdin tec's on a creek for you
Make the whole family weep for you
Too bad that, they was too sad but you was a scumbag (scumbag)
What.. and that's why you fuckin with dickheads
If they drive through the block I'm turnin the whip red {C'mon!}
Y'all better keep shiftin ahead
'Fore I take your nose off, put your lips in the head
And all the fiends call me the pusher
But if you see my knife work then you call me the butcher
And it ain't no meat I cut
I'm S.P. listen dawg, I run every street I touch
And you oughta come fuck with the Ghost (c'mon)
I got butter open your mouth, see if you could fuck with the toast

[Chorus] - 2X

{Envy ad libs shoutouts to Ruff Ryders}

[DJ Envy]
It's the People Choice, DJ Envy
Blok Party, Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1

Mmm... can't believe we doin' this record)

We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

I look in the clouds,
hope you past the sun
Hope you right next to God
and he calling you Son
Taking you in, Angels breaking you in
This is heaven
and no longer do you have to sin
And may God bless your mom
and your two children
Your wife, your family
and all your friends
Everybody stay strong,
the good die young
Where we from it's all wrong,
we all confused
Never know what we have
til what we have we lose
Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel
Hip hop itself is at a pit stop itself
Seeing Big die
I wish the shit would stop itself
It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth
Genius at his work
Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt
Pop Cristal and rock they ice work
(word), go Big go Big
Everybody wanted to know Big
Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz
Ask anybody, who could flow Big
All the cats shined,
but you would glow Big
Frank White lyrically,
moved niggaz spiritually
Made you wanna get a cup,
fill it up with Hennessee
Front in the club
and light a dutch where the women be
If you seen the show
then I know you felt the energy

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

Just to let y'all know,
everything is all real
But it's sad when a good fella
catch a raw deal
And pain is a part of life that we all feel
Today this whole rap game
is getting more ill
It make me look back,
to where he took rap
Dude brought the East back,
y'all better believe that
He never had a warning,
One More Chance
was right before him
everybody must answer when God's callin
I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him
Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him
People seem to get lost and,
blow things out of proportion
Life is worth more than the coffin
I need answers, and they better be the truth
Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth
Lyrically there'll never be no one above you
And no matter how they judge you
we always gonna love you

Chorus

Right now I know you missin it,
smokin in peace
After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big
Right now, you and Pac in harmony,
probably huggin
While everybody from
Brooklyn to West coast is buggin
All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
As for your son I'ma raise Shorty
like he was mine (no doubt)
It seems that the devil
got his stinkin back whooped
And we should pray for Jesus,
and ask for forgiveness
I can remember all the studio time,
getting twisted
Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it
We clicked like heels when we first met the
Junior Mafia and Big Poppa
Nearly broke down four times writin this verse
Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts
But ain't no need to cry,
cause right now, where you at
Is more laced than any place
a millionaire lived at
But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite
The only time you see
your family is funeral night
Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down
I guess you with the real king in New York now
For real

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa...
(We'll always love you Big

We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)

*vocals get louder*
We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah)
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)

I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun
Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son
Taking you in, Angels breaking you in
This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin
And may God bless your mom and your two children
Your wife, your family and all your friends
Everybody stay strong, the good die young
Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused
Never know what we have til what we have we lose
Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel
Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself
Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself
It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth
Genius at his work
Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt
Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big *go Big*
Everybody wanted to know Big
Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz
Ask anybody, who could flow Big
All the cats shined, but you would glow Big
Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually
Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee
Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be
If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy

We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 8X*

Just to let y'all know, everything is all real
But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal
And pain is a part of life that we all feel
Today this whole rap game is getting more ill
It make me look back, to where he took rap
Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that
He never had a warning, One More Chance
was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin
I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him
Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him
People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion
Life is worth more than the coffin
I need answers, and they better be the truth
Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth
Lyrically there'll never be no one above you
And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you

We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 4X*

Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace
After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big
Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin
While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin
All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt)
It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped
And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness
I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted
Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it
We clicked like heels when we first met the
Junior Ma-f-i-a and Big Po-ppa
Nearly broke down four times writin this verse
Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts
But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at
Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at
But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite
The only time you see your family is funeral night
Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down
I guess you with the real king in New York now
For real

We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 6X*
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa *repeat 2X*
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa...
(We'll always love you Big)

Verse 1ohh...sweet love yeah [yeah]
I didn’t mean it when I said
I didn’t love you so
I should have held on tight
I never should have let you go
I didn’t know nothing,
I was stupid, I was foolish
I was lying to myself
I couldn’t have fathomed
I would ever be without your love
Never imagined I’d be sitting
Here beside myself
Guess I didn’t know you
Guess I didn’t know me
But I thought I knew everything
I never felt

Pre-Chorus 1
The feeling that I’m feeling
Now that I don’t hear your voice
Or have your touch and kiss your lips
Cause I don’t have a choice
Oh what I wouldn’t give
To have you lying by my side
Right here cause baby

Chorus 1
When you left I lost a part of me
It’s still so hard to believe
Come back baby please cause
We belong together
Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough
Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone
Till the sun comes up
Who’s gonna take your place
There ain’t nobody better
Oh baby baby
We belong together

Verse 2
I can’t sleep at night
When you are on my mind
Bobby Womack’s on the radio
Singing to me “If You Think You’re Lonely Now”
Wait a minute this is too deep [too deep]
I gotta change the station
So I turn the dial tryin’ to catch a break
And then I hear Babyface
“I Only Think Of You” and it’s breakin’ my heart
I’m tryin’ to keep it together but I’m falling apart

Pre-Chorus 2
I’m feeling all out of my element
Throwing things, crying tryin’
To figure out where the hell I went wrong
The pain reflected in this song
Ain’t even half of what I’m feeling inside
I need you, need you back in my life baby

Chorus 2
When you left I lost a part of me
It’s still so hard to believe
Come back baby please cause
We belong together
Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough
Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone
Till the sun comes up
Who’s gonna take your place
There ain’t nobody better
Oh baby baby
We belong together baby

Outro
When you left I lost a part of me
It’s still so hard to believe
Come back baby please cause
We belong together
Who am I gonna lean on when times get rough
Who’s gonna talk to me till the sun comes up
Who’s gonna take your place
There ain’t nobody better
Oh baby baby
We belong together

When you left
I lost a part of me
It's still so hard to believe
Come back baby please
Cause we belong together

Show your respect
Whenever you hear me
or see me
This is the emancipation
of Mimi
Hot like a real fever
the real diva
So successful
yet still so eager
No matter what they say
it's on for ever
It's our time right now
more than ever
Til the death
we gon get it on together
And MC
you know we belong together
Come on
I lost a part of me
When you left boy
can't you see
Boy come back baby please
'Cause we belong together
Who am I gonna lean on
When the times get rough
Who's gon talk to me
Til the sun comes up
Who's gon take your place
There ain't nobody better
Oh baby baby
we belong together
I only think of you
On two occasions
That's day and night
I'd go for broke
If I could be wit you
Only you can make it right
Make it right make it right
We belong together
Like the sun
in the summertime
Bounce in a lemon range
Skip in a Hummer lime
P and Kiss in and out
Mariah on the other line
Baby I'ma come back
Believe it'll come a time
We belong together
Like peanut butter and jelly
Februaries and skellies
After parties and tellies
Feelin you in my stomach
Like you a part of my belly
Baby I'ma come back
With every part of you ready
I lost a part of me
when you left
boy can't you see
Boy come back baby please
Cause we belong together
Who am I gonna lean on
When the times get rough
Who's gon talk to me
Til the sun comes up
Who's gon take your place
There ain't nobody better
Oh baby baby
we belong together
I can't sleep at night
When you are on my mind
Bobby Womack's on the radio
Singin to me
If you think you're lonely now
Wait until tonight
Boy I'm feeling
all out of my element
I'm throwing things cryin
Tryin' to figure out
Where the hell I went wrong
The pain reflected
in this song
Ain't even half of
what I'm feeling inside
I need you
need you back in my life
Baby
Let's go
You gonn need
a shoulder to cry on
Classic Mustang Cobra
to ride on
Past is the past
Just let it be bygones
Matter of fact
I know a fly song
That we could vibe on
Let's get it straight
If it's the 6
or the quarter to eight
Then I'm thowin
Babyface or Shai on
Yeah and Kiss ghost and MC
Get close and toast
to the diva and MC's
The trees will blow
Big cups Pino Grigio
Take it easy yo
We belong together
we know that
Now I think that
it's about time we show that
Even though every moment
won't be a Kodak
Sometimes we argue
I spazz out grab my bozak
Come back not
cause I have to I want to
No I don't just
wanna have you
I want you
I lost a part of me
When you left
boy can't you see
Boy come back baby please
Cause we belong together
Who am I gonna lean on
When the times get rough
Who's gon talk to me
Til the sun comes up
Who's gon take your place
There ain't nobody better
Oh baby baby
we belong together

we belong together

we belong together

we belong together

we belong together

we belong together

So what's L-O-X about?
Livon Off Experience
The LOX man
Word up
We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience
And we just do it and we do it for real

[Jadakiss]
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans
If anybody in the fam gets pinched
Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench
Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed
And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench
Now let's roll out and get that paper retho
It might look easy but it's not sweet though
It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo
This is real life this ain't no TV show
Word up- backed out
With the macs out
'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot
22 Dilinger a piece for the boot
Couple of bombs
Remote for the alarms
Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s
Me and Styles wasn't blunted
Must be your point to deal with money
Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny
I hopped in one son hopped in the other
Word to mother both trucks burn rubber
Figure we could blanff with a mil or two
In a tentacle
I pulled up behind chemical
Doors locked Styles left the other one
Down four blocks it's on now ready or not

[Styles]
Synchronize your watch feed time to cops
Get the rocks out the safety deposit box
Kisses here and up all the guards on watch
And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch
Split for nothing
You get the same you hit the button
Before we hit the safe
Where's the videotape
Gotta look it in the face- forget it
I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits
Money and death- what you pick?
And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips
Money is paper and the banks built bricks
All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip
I couldn't be hit
Cuz I didn't feel shit
So I duck into cover
Yell for my brother
I yell yo

[Jadakiss]
Then I yell yo back
You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks
Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it
Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute
I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant
And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!"
We ain't come this far for this shit to happen
Damn, nigga better get the Captain
Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain
Heard a few more but by then they attacked him
Area surrounded parking lot packed in
Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in
But you know I'm going out in a blast
With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H
And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room
I pull the pin

At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans
If anybody in the fam gets pinched
Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench
Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed
And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench
Now let's roll out and get that paper retho
It might look easy but it's not sweet though
It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo
This is real life this ain't no TV show
Word up- backed out
With the macs out
'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot
22 Dilinger a piece for the boot
Couple of bombs
Remote for the alarms
Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s
Me and Styles wasn't blunted
Must be your point to deal with money
Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny
I hopped in one son hopped in the other
Word to mother both trucks burn rubber
Figure we could blanff with a mil or two
In a tentacle
I pulled up behind chemical
Doors locked Styles left the other one
Down four blocks it's on now ready or not

Synchronize your watch feed time to cops
Get the rocks out the safety deposit box
Kisses here and up all the guards on watch
And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch
Split for nothing
You get the same you hit the button
Before we hit the safe
Where's the videotape
Gotta look it in the face- forget it
I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits
Money and death- what you pick?
And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips
Money is paper and the banks built bricks
All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip
I couldn't be hit
Cuz I didn't feel shit
So I duck into cover
Yell for my brother
I yell yo

Then I yell yo back
You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks
Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it
Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute
I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant
And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!"
We ain't come this far for this shit to happen
Damn, nigga better get the Captain
Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain
Heard a few more but by then they attacked him
Area surrounded parking lot packed in
Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in
But you know I'm going out in a blast
With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H
And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room
I pull the pin

{"Testify!"}

[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when Martin was killed?
Why Mandela did all them years
All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears?
And I can name thousands more
that died in the struggle from Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur
That's why I stay influenced to "Kick in the Door"
Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that's poor
Notice that it's "unity" in "opportunity"
Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me
Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me
Guess they wanna see me park it
Lookin at my gun, they wanna see me spark it
But I'm the Ghost and if I could vote it would be for Sharpton
Yeah~!

[Chorus:]
[S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality
{"Testify!"}
[S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality

[Talib Kweli:]
Yeah, yo, yo
We never stop like the news watch
Still tryin to fill the void of Biggie and Tupac
We on them avenues with the red and the blue tops
Dudes hot to shoot cops from the rooftops
Too many snitch niggaz TESTIFY
Warrior kings sent to the bing and left to die
Girls confuse sex with love so they extra dry
And got birth control stuck to they necks and thigh
Whoa, it ain't a game, they want the blacks all killed off


Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk
What's ill is y'all niggaz still caught up in them battle raps
There's beef in the hood, +Escaladin+ like Cadillacs
Monkey on your back livin like a junkie
Addicted to a dream, wanna die for your country
Tear down the prison walls, set everyone free
From freedom fighters to Askari X to Pimp C

[Chorus]

[Talib Kweli:]
Yeah... kids slip in the clip and aim
for the fortune cause the fame ain't shit to gain
They get stuck on whips and chains, so freedom slip they brain
And psychologically that shit's insane
Now that's crazy, a function of raisin the crack babies
Sell it back to them cats freebasin back in the 80's
(C'mon) Disco shit, nigga cock the toast
Hi-Tek on the track and we rock with the Ghost

[Styles P:]
Damn right I make gangster music
But I still spit poetry like Langston Hughes did
Pressures of the ghetto might make you lose it
Grab AK's and go and make the news kid
Might lose control, but not my soul
Won't sell for the white man to buy me some white gold
Sell for the black man, to buy me control
P, Tek and Kweli, the shit come from the soul y'know?

[Chorus]

[scatting to the end]

(feat. Ghostface Killah)

[Intro: Styles P (Ghostface)]
Yo Vinny Idol, what do you call under the underground?
(Twin Ghost Experience!) YEAH!

[Styles P:]
From a hood where niggaz is miserable
Either gon' dead you or leave you in critical
Niggaz talkin money then show me the visual
And then stand right there and get plucked like a chicken feather
Stickin up the stick-up kids, nigga I'm sick as ever
The gun is my bitch, and I bet you we stick together
Stuck like two dogs fuckin
You must be ready to die, fuckin with me like, you want somethin
Ring your bell and I have you like "Who call? "
Smack you with a bat like Pujols, bottom of the ninth
You don't wanna see me at the bottom of the pint
Rowdy, be outtie cause I'm a problem for the night
Problem for your life, leg or arm missin
I can step it up, have you doubt or your mom missin
S.P. the Ghost and I'm trom' hittin
Arm kickin anytime I'm spittin nigga just like a bomb hittin

[Chorus: Styles P (Ghostface)]
Somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (for they plate nigga)
You know I go hard for the cake
When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state (nigga what)
I'm the star - somebody food gettin ate (food gettin ate, gettin ate)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (robbed for they plate motherfucker)
You know I go hard for the cake (it's the Twin Ghost Experience!)
When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state
I'm the star

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo, yo I'm a tell you how we do on the Island
Squeeze your girl ass, now what, knock your punk ass off balance
You can't come through Mickey D's, no burger no cheese
Find your head missin, do you still want the #3?
+Big Mac+, large order of 9's, no shake, we got shells
Pissin on y'all bitches like R. Kell's
And more or less staple your balls together
And light you in kerosene, melt your whole face in your sweater
You see the rubber gloves, thugs
Nervous doctors play in the E.R., still wind up pullin the plug
Cause it's a Twin Ghost Experience, flesh and spirit
We bang, even the dead listen to deadly lyrics
Make Big turn in his grave, even 'Pac can hear it
Cochran, on Dirt's death, yo they tryin to appeal it
But fuck that, all we want is the crack, the cash in bags
Come through heavy, you might get yapped; motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]
A lot of niggaz hoped I would die young
Pitched in the hood hard, want me to Cy Young
Real sharp words, guess I got me a fly tongue
Always get high cause I feel high-strung
I don't buy jewels, I buy haze and I buy guns
Or they "hear me now" like the dude from Verizon
Look at my eyes son, you won't see the next horizon
Kickin that typical rap, despicable rap
Or to get a hawk in your face, clip in your back
Guess who, still keep the thing in the sweatsuit
Hot blood leakin out your face is the best soup
Food in the kitchen nigga, shit in the restroom
Wreck when it's wreck time, S.P. the Ghost is five star
Orders to the death when I rep mine
King and the queen die, just like chess time
If I don't kill you now I'll catch yo' ass next time

[Chorus]

(feat. Styles P)

Yeah, what up?
New York City, what up?
This your boy, to the Dash
S.P., Double R
Hell and Back
Styles straight out the penn

[Styles P]
You don't like my shit you could bite my dick
I got a case, I'ma fight my shit
I got a blunt, I'ma light my shit
I'ma chain smoke with cocaine sellers
Stick up kid took the game over
Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks
I'm at the dealer coppin shit they ain't make yet
You think you're nigga happy, I'm just trigger happy
Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at me
I got major plans, you get in the way
And your throat is the place where my banger lands
You don't wanna anger me, upset me or startle me
You don't want a part of me, I'm goin for the arteries
And I'm a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of death
You about to die loser
This is Holiday and Dash-On
We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don't need a mask on

[Chorus: Drag-On & Styles x2]
You don't respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta
Or get stabbed with this motherfuckin banger
Tell 'em P
You don't like my shit you could bite my dick
I got a case I'ma fight my shit
This for the streets

[Drag-On]
Nigga don't think cause you hot today you can't be in the fridge tomorrow
If you a family man I'll send you back your kids in a jar
You bought your soldiers, nigga I was raised with mine
I got three kids, four, five, but I raise my nine
I'll have yall niggaz missin your moms
Then let you find her wearin long sleeves but missin her arms
And ain't nothin for me to twist ya wig
All I gotta do is puff some weed then listen to B.I.G
Then come back and level the city
I got my money up, my band is thirty, my bezzle is fifty
My vest weigh fifteen, bannana hold sixty
So I can run slow and hit you up swiftly
Extort rappers, they break me down half of their check
I keep a banger that'll break down half of your neck
I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back
Drag and S.P.'ll blow off half of your chest

[Chorus]

[Styles P]
It's like a kodak moment come capture this
How I motherfuckin fracture shit, yall niggaz talkin blaphemis
Motherfuckers we make classic shit, matter fact I'll mash ya shit
Yall niggaz like potatoes to me
And I might be high but you look good with a halo to me
And I ain't got a problem wit a problem
Fuck 'em cause I know he gon die with a nine in his noggin

[Drag-On]
Yeah, Drag back with the Ghost
You know what that means, more vests and a lot more toast
I'm a lot older plus a lot more violent
Tip of my guns covered, it's a lot more silent
My niggaz pop off off imposts
Murder ya kinfolks and we ain't even fuckin start wildin
So be cautious nigga or be in the coffin nigga
Cause we'll bring it to the hardest or the softest nigga

[Chorus]

(feat. Gerald Levert)

[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]
(From the heart)
This shit is crazy Storch
(From the soul)
Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh)
I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart)
Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well)
I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real)
So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah)

"In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill
So should I say hallelujah?
Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green
Or the root of all evil like your father schooled you?
They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me quick
Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership
Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth
That's why I live in a cage nigga
Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, shit and I ain't pretendin
When a crook get a book with a happy endin
Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time
Nine milli' have you close to dyin
But it's senseless, when I can let loose
And just spit a sentence of some absurd shit
Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped
I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this

[Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs]
This is the real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Then you ain't been where I been
And you ain't been where I been
This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Then you ain't been where I been
And you ain't been where I been, this is for real

[Styles P:]
Die fo' what you believe in
Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?}
Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in
Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth
Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical
Dawg I decapitate niggaz, I never was yellow
But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker
All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up
Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me
And I hit you with some shit that make your life fucked up
Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
If God intervene or Christ jump up... what?

[Chorus: w/ ad libs]

[Styles P]
Shit's close to the end and I ain't a beginner
Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that
Everybody dinner - this the house of pain
Tell everybody in there, I'ma bring it to 'em right
Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life
Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite
Shit is all love, same time it's real too
Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you

[Chorus: w/ ad libs]

[Styles P: over Chorus]
This is the Ghost nigga, Double R and D-Block
Scott Storch, whattup

[Gerald Levert:]
No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO!
You ain't been where I been, no no!
No no no no no no no no no nooooooo...

[Styles P:]
Get high

[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let's go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who
And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga

[Chorus - Cassidy] + (Swizz Beatz)
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)

[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
Y'all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
So they won't find you, or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
If you don't have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again
It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play... stand here
And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas
I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in {???} X, now that's gutter
I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don't test me, or the boy S.P
Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
You don't impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon

[Tupac:]
They'll never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my four-five,
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus,
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust,
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain,
So I'm hopeless,
Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry,
I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me,
What should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family,
What else could I do?
But be a thug,
Out slangin' with the homies,
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs,
Got my mind on danger,
Never been a stranger to homicide,
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys,
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young,
But still a victim of the 12 gauge,
My memories of a corpse,
Mind full of sick thoughts, IIIIIIIIIII
And I ain't goin' back to court,
So fuck what you thought,
I'm drinkin' hennessey,
runnin from my enemies,
Will I live to be 23?
There's so much pain.

(Chorus)

Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

[Big Stretch:]
Years and years of that rough life,
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife,
Livin' trife on the regular,
Buckin' out competitors,
See them take a move and check em down like a fuckin' predator,
Get in trouble everyday in school,
Act a fool,
And you know I had to break every rule,
Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep',
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step,
But my grimiest grimeys with love for me,
Pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me,
Aiiyo currency kept passin' me by,
But I didn't cry,
Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke,
And now the money's lookin' lovely,
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rob me,
Kick 'em the game,
It's all the same,
I kick it back yo,
Give 'em slack yo,
And now they label me the mack yo,
People check it,
Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman,
You heard man,
Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand,
Damn! At least I'm realistic, with my biscuit,
You know you get your ass twisted,
So run for cover,
Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust,
So if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust,
A lot of pressure with the street fame,
It's a deep game,
And my mama always cryin',
Yo there's so much pain,

(Chorus)

Ohhhh...
Ohhhh...

[Tupac:]
They got me mobbin' like I'm,
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on,
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on,
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me,
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me,
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion,
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin',
I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high,
On the lookout for my enemies,
Don't wanna die,
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major,
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor,
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone,
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong,
These sorry bastards,
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see,
And everyday it's just a struggle,
Steady thuggin' on the streets,
And I'll be ballin' loc,
Don't let 'em make you worry,
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried,
I was born to raise hell,
A nigga from the gutta,
Word to mutha I'm tough,
I'm kickin dust up,
Ready to bust,
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean,
Until they kill me,
I'll be livin this life,
I know you feel me,
There's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

* Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant
Always seem pleasant
Happy to be present
Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence
Streets is like 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 life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight
Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light
Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game
Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in
He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him
Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them
Been experts and done less work than them
With no album, we net worth more than them
These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it
Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it
I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid
Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers
You got some fly shit, but my shit
Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch
Loud tracks
I'm the quiet loud ass
Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass
Make six digits eight and cop a palace
Make every rapper sick and call me malace
Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that?
Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track
Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black

* Repeat

Who's not to be fucked with?
That's me
Who's to be fucked with?
That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to them new style or old fashion

Do I have to break down the walls
Stay off the floor
I'm the general dog, I start the war
Make every m.c. never spit again
When I leave 'em empty
No guts, no chest, no brain, no game
Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train
I feel no pain
Steal cocain
Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs
Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen
Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician
Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician
With an anecdote that can stop my colission
Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing
When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing
Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards
Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
What's the next issue?
Sheek did official
Called Spielberg, cops get tissue
So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you
Next question is where nasa at?
We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad
When we down on the craps
We plasmic gats
Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero
Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow
Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows
Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes

* Repeat(x2)

(Lil Kim)
See I believe in money, power, and respect.
First You get the money.
Then you get the muthafuckin, power.
After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you.

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.

(Sheek Louchion)
Ayo my whole clique bout it, bout it.
We take yours while you pout about it.
Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it.
You could see me on optimum TV.
Go in your bathroom turn the light out. Scream!
Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3.
Sheek ain't your usual friend.
About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end.
I'm done wit' ice and charms.
I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone.
Pull up wit' class on the don'.
Once I meet em' I greet em'.
Kiss his feet for freedom.
Tell em' thank you lord.
Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored.
Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek.
So I can make this album.
And get back the cats that's weak.
Two thirty, six two.
Me bust for you that's like a cat vs. a pitbull.
Gun, know clip full, keep hunger.
And plan for the future, cuz you figure
you gon' be older
way longer than you gon' be younger.

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
It's the key to life.

(Styles)
Only time could tell how the clock ticks.
I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage.
Two personalities check the posture.
Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils.
You think of death but the life seem scary.
I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary
I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'.
Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds.
Twenty five thousand a piece.
Fuck streets!
Tryin' to own the island.
Forget about wilin'.
Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'.
If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'.
Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English.
Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' em rich.
Come back. Private jet
live on set.
If you could shit gold like you split the decks.

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.

(Jada Kiss)
Yo nutin' but the hotness.
Whenever we drop this.
Monotonous for ya'll to keep hatin',
cuz ya'll never gon' stop us.
I keep my rocks spotless,
and my hoes topless.
Take time try to figure out who da Lox is.
Fear no one.
Kick rhymes like Shoguns.
You scared to blow one.
Get robbed wit' your own gun.
If I don't respect you I'm ah check you.
And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you,
right before I wet' chu.
I sneeze on tracks an' bless you.
I'm special.
And if you like workin' out,
then I'm gon' stretch you.
Husslin' is dead but we still get red.
Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread.
And ya'll said my monies spent.
But it's in the Bent'.
So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent.
For my story, self-explanatory
that I'm the hottest thing on the street.
An' yall ain't got nutin' for me

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.

(DMX)
Arf, arf.
This is a beat that I can freak to
just drop the reals.
Plus a nigga wit' the ill.
Ya'll niggas know my skills.
Ass from the grills get em' up,
split em' up, wet em' up.
And watch em' come get em' up,
Set em' up.
When you do dirt, you get dirt.
Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt.
Step back like I did worse.
This ain't no fucking game.
You think I'm playin, till you layin.
To where? The junkyard decayin'.
Mom's at home prayin'
that chu comin' home.
But chu not, cuz you sittin up in the trunk
startin to rot.
And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby.
It's goin' down baby.
Git the full pound baby.
And let off up in a nigga,
especially if he think he bigga'
than my muthafuckin' trigga'.
Did I?
Can I get my?
Is it gone?
DMX represent for one time.
It's on.

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.

[Intro: Styles P]
Ohh man, I mean
I gotta do somethin for the ladies, right?
It's that kind of beat right here Poobs
I feel it, let's go

[Styles P:]
Yeah, you told your man look at her
Then he was like, "Damn look at her"
Knee boots, mink shirt, top made of fur
And now you like, "I wonder where she work"
She on the dance floor, you like the twist and the jerk
She sweeter than Ms. Butterworth
And now you like, "Ma, who you?
Got 'em sick like the flu how you dipped in Lou"
She remind you of your first .22
She real small with a lot of bang
You give her a ring cause you and her gotta hang
She swear to God that, you and her got a thing

[Chorus: Styles P]
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice face, nice waist - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice hips, nice lips - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice eyes, nice size - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice walk, nice talk - damn look at her

[Styles P:]
She look good in her gym clothes in fact
With a little Air Max with the pins in the wrap
All her friends are tens or similar to that
Got a walk for the runway; talk that can fund-raise
With a smile that look brighter than the sun ray
And she's a real classy chick
You know the type that you probably see a athlete with
A rapper, actor, or a activist
Or a C.E.O. dude that had to be rich
Or a drug dealin kingpin that have them bricks
You like, "Damn if I could have them hips, or I could have them lips"
You look at her, and imagine this

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]
Yeah, you was like, "Damn look at her"
She remind you of a car, it's probably the flyin spur
Or maybe it's the Audi with the real good curves
You tryin to get up in her ear with the feel good words
Felt real confident, know you was willy
Told shorty that she was sweeter then the strawberry Phillies
Said some old school stuff like, "Boy you was silly"
Then you hand her over your jacket, you knew she was chilly
Now you got her, she got you, you all in the spot too
You like her, she like you, both of y'all hot too
Now it's goin down and the plan occur
And you got her in the bed like, "Damn look at her"

[Chorus]

See, I want to get back to the love
Let's start love over, come on

* Let's start love over
Back to the way things were
Forget about them
Cause all we got is us
We can make it
Sad if we try
I want to start love over
Let's make it do or die

When I was nine years old
I realized there was a road
At the end I would win lots of pots of gold
Days, when I used to have my play clothes on
I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron
But you've learned what the herbs do
Breaking curfew
Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand like a podium
Niggas had a box and a strip of linoleum
Some break a boogie but those that don't
Was usually a fighter
Rollin' easy riders
Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter
A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar
But now things change and it's the days of tomorrow
Little kids is big now
They'll push your wig now
Can't send them to the store
But you can send them for roll
And put them on my vine
And give them one big push for all mankind

* Repeat

People still taking rapping for a joke
A passing hope
Or a phrase with a rope
What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes?
Crates of records, turntables, plenty of folks
Remember playing in the streets, touch football
Look y'all
Somebody get mad and bounce with they football
Twenty four hour block parties
Everybody on the block pissing you a dark hardy
Adults used to think I was scheming
But I was dreaming to one day make a hot album and have 'em all
fiendin'

Now everytime that I rhyme I can tell that you like it
Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic
Your mind is weary, floating like a dove
Sweating and things, like you were making love
Control the crowd so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method

Where's the love?
Somebody tell me
Where's the love?
Because we want to know

I remember everybody I loved, everybody
It wasn't always player hating
There wasn't jealousy and all this envy
It was the love

Ayo hip hop
Set out in the park
What?
We used to do it out in the dark
All night long till the cops made us go
Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the window
Lees on, thinking you fresh
Trying to impress
Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead
Ponytail swaying, she hot
Standing like she bull legged, but she not
You remember the days?
That's when crack was affecting blacks like that
Just drink some Valentine Ale, little reefer
Friday night, go check out Star Child at the theater
That's all corrupt
Over rap you might get bust
Say the wrong thing
End up in a permanent sling
Went from shelltops to hollowtops
Used to rock the bus stop
Now we electric slide from the cops
Want some veterans in this
That ain't keeping it real
Now with God we chill over a record deal
Always the good ones to go
Never your enemies die
Till this day I wonder why they took my man B.I.
No time to yell rhymes in the microphone
Take this more serious than just a poem
Rock party to party
While you're out the door
But tear it up yo, let's start love over

[answering machine beeps]

[Styles P:]
Street life my niggaz
Shit's a motherfucker you know?
I try to tell these shorties somethin
They look at me like, "What the fuck?
Nigga you worse than me"
Nigga, don't listen to the message
Listen to the message

A message to my son, it's times in my life
Where I stood around to fight when it was better off to run
A message to my daughter, daddy ain't make you
But sometimes in life blood ain't thicker than water
A message to my wife, I gotta say I love you
And thank you for makin shit better in my life
A message to my moms, don't worry about your kids
Cause love is always love when we in God's arms
A message to my pops, my head's on my shoulders
And I'm takin care of family and never will it stop
A message to my sister, your big brother got you
But never in life let a coward nigga twist you
A message to my niggaz, when it comes to the hood
Who the fuck in the world could do it better than my niggaz
A message to my group, we got it we made it
Cause nobody in the world sound better in the booth

[Chorus:]
[BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now
[BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message - it's on right now
[BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now
[BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message

[Styles P:]
A message to the jail, I don't really write
Cause it's hard for me to say keep your head up through the mail
A message to the poor, stressin the life
What we don't get now we get in the second life
A message to the kids, stick to your school
Cause if you fuck with the streets that's jail or a bid
A message to the wild, you should calm down
Cause everybody rattin and you probably blow trial
A message to the ladies, depend on yourself
So if daddy walk out you take care of the baby
A message to the rich, you should spread love
'Fore niggaz like me go ahead and spread clips
A message to the hood, shit is bad now
But we gon' be aight, cause it's soon to be good
A message to the world, I don't give a FUCK
P smoke 'til he he and he drink 'til he earl

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]
Many ways they can send you a message, like a word from the wise
Or a 45 that send you to heaven
Some'll throw you a look, others a book
Like the king gettin killed by the rook, straight-forward
Some'll grab they soul when they feel like the Lord's callin
Some see it before it come
My nigga, one is all and all is one
I wanna see us all rich before all this done
But it's really God call cause we all his sons
Some I'ma play my role, hope God save my soul
Let me slide for them sins I owe
Pain and more pain's the only change I know
Brain stay in the frame, I'm in the game I blow
Either my watch broke or my lame-ass slow
But I'ma count my blessings 'til I get to the essence
It's all good just send me 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 to the rich... [fades]

{Jagged Edge:}
Baby, you you..

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
If it's so good, why you kick it like that
You be calling me when your man's in the back
When the shit blows up, you can go on me
Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me
If it's so good, why you kick it like that
You be calling me while your man's in the back
When the shit blows up, you can go on me
Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me
Rider like me

[Styles P:]
Listen ma, I'm far from a pimp
But we can do the thang cause the car got tints
My love's like a jungle, hop around like some chimps
Or we can do the thang 'til the stick go limp
Your man's a wimp like Frankie said
I'm in the white tee gang and I'm a Yankee head
This my sophomore solo album
I'ma take a lot of shots and not for no photo album

Come through in the Polo outfit
Ryde or Die, two guns up, who I roll out with
Keep talkin to me you gon' end up spouseless
Keep hearin you're jackassin who you out with

[Chorus]

{Styles P:}
Tell your man he can meet the pump
I'm at the double-oh suites of Trump, for at least a month
Got a whole lot of liquor and some reefer blunts
I'm on the laid back tip, I don't need to front
Tell your man he don't want no problems
Better let him know that I'm hard like J.E. album
I'm just tryin to fall back, get me some revenue
But I'ma make you feel like you walked out of heaven too
Ride like the down South Caddies, listen


He might be yo' man, but I'm yo' daddy
Call me from the back cause you want me badly
Ask me to scoop you and I do that gladly

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Jagged Edge]
If it's so good, girl
Why you kick it like that, girl
Callin me from the back, and
My niggaz don't know how to act, and
And if it's all hood, babe
Why you lookin so sad, babe
Always gettin mad at me
My niggaz don't know how to act, no-HOHHH~!

[Styles P:]
You can say she's sorta like my Wednesday lover
We in the Benz if he find out he probably plug us
I don't wanna ride on him, just came home
Matter of fact I'm tryin to hide on him, get in that dome
She wanna call from the back, knowin I don't know how to act
I don't got a problem blowin the mac
But I'd rather play the bed with her legs in the vertical
Knockin Jagged Edge, Porsche Turbo convertible
We can leave New York, skip to the A-Town
Five star suite, hit me off with the hay now
I'm just tryin to stay low, ma you feel me?
I don't need no jealous dudes tryin to peel me

[Chorus]

[Outro: Jagged Edge]
No, it's it's so good
Hey yeah, yeah yeahhhh
While your man is in the back
Mmm-mmmmmm
Yeah-heyyy, oooh...

Verse One: Puff Daddy

Now... what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin to bury
seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga

Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)

I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega
I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep
for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews*
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
Cause I leave you, I'm only here
for that green paper which lead you

Verse Three: Sheek

I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)
Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober
Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)
from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
to my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul