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(Stylez)
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Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
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Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant
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Always seem pleasant
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Happy to be present
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Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence
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Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife
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You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
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You can mess around with guns but death ain't right
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Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right
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If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight
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Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light
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Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
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Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game
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Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in
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He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him
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Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them
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Been experts and done less work than them
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With no album, we net worth more than them
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These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it
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Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it
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I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid
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Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers
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You got some fly shit, but my shit
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Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch
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Loud tracks
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I'm the quiet loud ass
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Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass
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Make six digits eight and cop a palace
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Make every rapper sick and call me malace
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Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have
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Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back
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In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that?
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Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track
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Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black
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Chorus x2
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(Jadakiss)
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Who's not to be fucked with?
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(Stylez)
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That's me
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(Jadakiss)
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Who's to be fucked with?
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(Stylez)
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That's them
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Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?
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(Jadakiss)
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And if they want beef later on I splash them
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(Stylez)
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And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
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Should I give it to them new style or old fashion
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(Stylez)
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Do I have to break down the walls
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Stay off the floor
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I'm the general dog, I start the war
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Make every m.c. never spit again
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When I leave 'em empty
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No guts, no chest, no brain, no game
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Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train
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I feel no pain
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Steal cocain
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Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs
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Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen
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Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician
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Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician
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With an anecdote that can stop my colission
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Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing
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When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing
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Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards
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Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
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What's the next issue?
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Sheek did official
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Called Spielberg, cops get tissue
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So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you
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Next question is where nasa at?
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We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad
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When we down on the craps
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We plasmic gats
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Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero
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Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow
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Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows
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Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes
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Chorus x2
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Not To Be Fucked With
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The L.O.X. |