{"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
In a village in Old Siam, sir, there's a lady who's lost her way. In an effort to find a man, sir, she found herself in the old UK. She waited 'round in Walthamstowe, she skated 'round in
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
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
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
first words replaced by trumpet notes, ***, that's my baby. No sir, I don't mean maybe, yes sir, that's my baby now. Yes, ma'm, we've decided, no ma'm, we ain't gonna hide it, yes, ma'm, you're
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
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
baby. Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby. And all you gotta do is chill a while. And then the hammer said "cool" 'cause you know that I feel you Styles I got a story to
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
, yes sir, I can boogie. But a I need a certain song. I can boogie, boogie-boogie. All night long And yes sir, I can boogie. If you stay, you can't go wrong. I can boogie, boogie-boogie. All night
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
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
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
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh, brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin He was not
Song Expectations - Sir Sly. Pressure's on, pressure's high. Pressure's heavy on my mind. Weight is here, weight is right. Weight is heavy on my spine. Truth has holes; truth, it swells. Sometimes
Turn it up, turn it up Swizz Beats the monster. Fix ya, face, Ruff Ryders, let's do it. D-Block, EVE, Styles P and Sheek, wasup, wassup. Let's do it Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga, I came to
right on Broadway. Then she go and get a doobie wrapped. Lookin' at the God, like we all a little. One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke. Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the door And it's
!. You dealin with the set, YO! so y'all throw it up! Verse 2. It don't matter who you are, or what you say. aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles. and I'll probably die young, shot in the war. but
My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah. Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records. Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand. Let 'em try, let 'em try now My life is all I have. My rhymes, my
Pardon me, friend. If what I'm saying don't seem right. But that's the only chance. I get now for being nice, yeah. . Pardon me, Sir. If what I'm saying frays you now. But that's the only way
his knees, to pull out the hilt. And drew it with ease. The dolorous stroke it once struck with pride. The sword that once hung by Sir Gawain's side. Incomprehensible
right knee. "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman. That ever sailed upon the sea" The king has written a broad letter. And sealed it up with his own right hand. Sending word unto Sir Patrick. To
I am a sailor, both stout and strong. To a goodly vessel I do belong. Well carved and anchored and well equipped. Sir William Gower's was a very fine ship. Our captain in his cabin lay. When a
knee. "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea". The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand. Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to
This is how it should be done. Darren Styles is identical to learn. This is how it should be done. Darren Styles is identical to learn. X2 Is anything I do. Ever good enough for you?. I'm
Basie, Miller, Sachimo. And the king of all Sir Duke. And with a voice like Ella's ringing out. There's no way the band can lose. . You can feel it all over. You can feel it all over people. You
knee. "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea". The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand. Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to
knee. "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea". The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand. Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to
