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Styles P + (Gerald Levert). (From the heart). This * 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
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{"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
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Styles P. Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~!. Yeah. Rashad (Styles P). Heyyyy-yayyyyy. You're the one (yeah). You're the one, yeahhhh (that's what it feels like). You're my favorite
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Styles P Talking. "Yo I rock the * out. I don't know bout everyone else". . Verse 1 - Styles P. . Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker. Get this straight and fix your face. I aint
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Lately all the flowers seem to be so plain. Can you call a rose by any other name? Gerald. Just this morning I took a stroll through your garden. I watched the sunrise and it made me think of you
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Styles P. Ghost. Vinny Idol nigga. YEAH~! Flipsyde Flipsyde (Styles P). And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn. ). Burn one down (this song. the *. ). And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN
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Styles P & Akon talking. What up John (testing one, two, three). What up Kon (hey convict music). Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P. Fresh white tee, fresh car walls, summertime
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answering machine beeps Styles P. Street life my niggaz. *'s a motherfucker you know?. I try to tell these shorties somethin. They look at me like, "What the *?. Nigga you worse than me
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Havoc Yeah! Watup, son?. Styles Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk * over this one. Havoc Told you I got you my nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz. know why you
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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
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circumstances. S. P. 's the same, I still murk ya manz'z. Drug money to rap money, work advances. Niggaz ran and told, I shoulda murked to Kansas. Got popped for a murder attempt. Knock me on D block when I was
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this. You do a drimy nigga like you do a grimy bitch. You just S T O P fuckin wit' him, you got no more rap. No more, "Yo whassup D?", No more dap Be lucky if I don't spit in your face, off of G. P
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