{"Testify!"} StylesP. 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
StylesP. Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~!. Yeah. Rashad (StylesP). Heyyyy-yayyyyy. You're the one (yeah). You're the one, yeahhhh (that's what it feels like). You're my favorite
StylesP + (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
StylesP Talking. "Yo I rock the * out. I don't know bout everyone else". . Verse 1 - StylesP. . Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker. Get this straight and fix your face. I aint
StylesP. Ghost. Vinny Idol nigga. YEAH~! Flipsyde Flipsyde (StylesP). And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn. ). Burn one down (this song. the *. ). And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN
StylesP & Akon talking. What up John (testing one, two, three). What up Kon (hey convict music). Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) StylesP. Fresh white tee, fresh car walls, summertime
answering machine beeps StylesP. 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
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
nothing 'bout a rider like me. Rider like me StylesP. 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
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
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
f/ M. O. P. Styles. My style's louder than a stereo. Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers. then show up at the burials. I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and
Banger, let's go. StylesP, Cassidy. Full surface, listen. It's a rap for y'all Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade. The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg. Nigga I'm sick o
f/ P. K. iller, Swizz Beatz P. K. iller! Verse 1. Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us. hop in they whip and ride for us. pop niggas in the skull in they frame, *. it's a body for a body for
Turn it up, turn it up Swizz Beats the monster. Fix ya, face, Ruff Ryders, let's do it. D-Block, EVE, StylesP and Sheek, wasup, wassup. Let's do it Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga, I came to
Song Try - P!nk. Ever wonder about what he's doing. How it all turned to lies. Sometimes I think that it's better to never ask why. Where there is desire. There is gonna be a flame. Where there is a
the torch and she is the theme. . She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes. To avoid her words. . They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching. She's
clothes. For the Gods that lost they earth. The world's a song, you'll get it back, you just lost your verse. It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm feenin' for weed. 'Cuz I don't wanna forfeit first
