Post some of your favorite Styles P lines

[UserNameless]

The song was good but I do think that Sheek and Kiss's solos on that album were better, but it's still a good song nonetheless.

Kiss solo was my fave. .. but as I got older I revisited Styles' more.

 

[Anerdyblackguy]

From I'm black ( I Love the song with a passion)

"Whether I'm poor or rich, or rich or poor
Though its all the same shyt
(I'm Black)"

"So I like to sing dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
(I'm Black)"


"(I'm Black)
So I gotta heart full of bravery
Do for my peoplez that went through Slavery
(I'm Black)"

"And I don't need jewelry to shine
Look in my skin color is like the jewelry is blind
(I'm Black)
They focus on the negative attention
Do something positive, and never get mentioned
(I'm Black)"


STYLES P ( Gangster and a Gentleman)

" nikka get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome
Bump me up worst when I went to the group home"

 

[mson]

Before u see God though u gon see the floor
Cuz the bullets like a gym trainer workin out ya core

nikkas too fly, take 'em for a ride/
throw 'em out the car on the highway doing 95/
and i hope he don't die...........why?
so i can make a u-turn and shoot him in the eye.

Looking in the mirror, just telling myself to pray more
God ain’t taking cash for them sins you got to pay for

 

[x-factor7]

Malcolm is dead, and Martin is dead, the gun is the barber
Let me know who want a part in their head

 

[x-factor7]

Dessert 4 Thought is a quotable verse from Pinero


And if they lyrical, then what the fukk am I
The maker of miracles, every couple of lines
Parallel lines in my soul, in my mind
Then make the jewels unfold every time that I rhyme
You's a speck and I'm spectacular
Audio fukkin up your cardiovascular

 

[BK The Great]

I'm hard and the problem like algebra
Only use the gun if it's a high enough caliber
You ain't a (Dodge) car then you ain't no (Challenger)
Play wit'cha life nikka but you ain't no gambler
Die any day of the week, go get a calendar
Harder than Russian roulette, nikka fukk a Gilette
I take a gun and put a (Buck) to your neck
or 50 to your grill, bring the blicky to the hill
These young nikkaz is buggin, tipsy off the pills
I bring the fire like a motherfukkin Bic lighter
Paper shredder eraser to any sick writer
Ghost is Apocalypse, holdin your esophagus
Runnin through the shyt like a motherfukkin rhinoceros
Nasty like a hippo is, show you what a sicko is
Barrel to your girl clit, bytch is you ticklish?
You gon' fukk around and get, burned like syphilis

 

[BK The Great]

Dessert 4 Thought is a quotable verse from Pinero


And if they lyrical, then what the fukk am I
The maker of miracles, every couple of lines
Parallel lines in my soul, in my mind
Then make the jewels unfold every time that I rhyme
You's a speck and I'm spectacular
Audio fukkin up your cardiovascular

Styles was spittin some knowledge on here, kind of relates to today's hip hop.

 

[Asicz]

I like when nikkas that's nice to know that I'm nice

(Adlib)

 

[Dixon Cider]

"I'm an ignorant and negative nikka
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shyt, and say I'm better than nikkas"

Beat was so fukking cold.


"Evening is the joy of days
I find nothing more to say
Youll know
What to do...."

 

[BigF]

'Look at technology: they call it downloading. I call it downsizing. Somebody follow me'

 

[Suspicions]

Whats styles best albums/tapes? I only got the green ghost project and a couple songs

 

[Asicz]

You ain't gotta go to church to have a talk with God

 

[Firefly]

Everybody want Jesus to Come/ but I could send you to him/
all I need is my weed and my gun/
I might shoot you on the stoop of the church/ you's a b*stard/
bullets move faster than the coupes that i merk/
And i might need a sedative/ they say I'm COOL and I DROP ALOTTA JEWLES/ BUT I"M STILL fukkING NEGATIVE.
Dog i don't give a fukk/ nikkas couldn't picture that/ Stick you where you pitching at /Asking where the bricks is at/
Anytime I'm BROKE/ then my 9 Milli FIXING that/ don't make my have to lift your hat/
Bloody your shirt/ I'm in the cab when it go to get your mother from work/
And I always make use of my gun/ hit the scene shoot shyt to smithereens/ like i'm Lucifer's son
And I always got harm intent/ bust my gun in broad day like i ain't got COMMON SENSE/
And how foul could his KARMA BE?/still smoke alot, still in the hood still move coke in LARGE QUANTITIES
Dog I could body you you ain't gotta fear the real/ in the Maserati wit the gears in the steering wheel/
Yeah it's the Ghost AGAIN/ see the bytch in Most of MEN/ too loud to shoot him/ Bring him over here i'm CHOKING HIM
Yeah i'm respected and Feared/ Slice your neck and Your EAR/ then torture you the rest of the year/
I'm from the school of hard knocks so the lessons is Here

Verse from 2002 "What Up" JADAKISS murdered his shyt too.



Styles got too many but this song and verses always hypes me up.

 

[gho3st]

Ride or die nikka, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you

Holiday Styles ignorant nikka
Tre pound four pound still tearin off your ligament nikka

I‘m a gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the best
And tell you play the front seat and then choke you to death
Throw the gun to the chair try to open your chest
Get blood on the driver face, window and dash
Burn the car with the body in it, bring you the ash

lord jesus

Gangsta and Gentleman is a classic to me

 

[Hardaway]

he ain't did
none of the shyt he said he did