Post some of your favorite Styles P lines

[GetInTheTruck]

"They think I want a tan I'm waitin on a hundred grand"

 

[CP3_da_OG]

I take a liking to myself
I got 5 different me's I hold a cipher with myself


Floss in front of me, then it better be teeth,
Cuz this gun ain't a broom, but it's better to sweep

I smack you and who you think is better than me



If it's beef better move on nikka
Or get shot in the head, or trucked over by the Yukon, nikka

 

[CP3_da_OG]

East coast ghost
aint no other rapper in the game that you know that played the streets so close
Still bring pain
fire more shots then yall motherfukkas do in that Max Payne game
Anybody front, I'm knockin em out, D-blockin em out
that mean I'ma snatch his chain

 

[CP3_da_OG]

I keep the gun next to the weed
Might as well be a Wallace, cuz I get more tecs than Rasheed

 

[Broke Wave]

All this weed smoke up in my lungs im in the whip, wth the 8 dollar bottle only trustin my gun
You would think I was born in a pot the way my blood boils

 

[the cac mamba]

44 blunts i got a right to amnesia
late night im pipin a diva

 

[RajWatts]

Looking in the mirror, just telling myself to pray more
God ain't taking cash for them sins you got to pay for
Ghost here, but you don't need to the ouija to work
I blow the blunt, travel the smoke, leaving the earth
And I'm on an ill journey, you p*ssy then pull your panties up
Spit on Satan's face, tell the antichrist to ante up
Serpents in my sleep, bullets fully awake
I guess the angels got my back, or it could've been faith
Cuz my soul travel the earth, out in the space
Think of my nikkas on the highway, out of the state
Touching weight, but a gym ain't around
If you're the king of the deadman, rarely do we give them a crown
shyt, I'm just trynna talk sense to ya
Said he's your homie, but I bet he won't pay the rent for ya
But he's chillin and gettin bent with ya
Sittin in the whip, just thinking of what I said to ya
Will he feed your seed if you need him to?
We all follow the path that greed lead us to
If you bleed for me, I'ma bleed for you
And be right there when you need me to
Other than that, let's go our separate ways
Cuz I'm in the jungle where the lions and all the leopards stay
nikkas let it spray like pepper spray
But everybody prays for a better day

 

[Bickin Back Being Bool]

I pray to allah, but I'm too foul to go to the mosque

 

[Farrinto]

Snatch the wife, silence the child that's how we move
Kill me, my man kill you, that's how you lose

 

[A.V.]

Fill my clip, to the tip...kinda hopin you flip

 

[Dr. Narcisse]

Life is a circle of pain
The darkest clouds, end up like the purplest rain
They say patience is a virtue in the game
fukk it, I guess I died when my brother died
Cause to tell you the truth, I feel like I'm the curse in the game
My vision is blurred, dreams is shattered, my heart is broke
Pain so deep I find it hard to cope
Missin' your smile and missin' your style
I figured I'm the next one dead so we could kick it a while
Cause your name lives on, the sun still shine
Every time your baby mom lift up your child
I guess I gotta switch my angle now
Take a positive look, hit a blunt my little brother's with the angels now
Some of us fall and some of us fly
But at the end of the book baby all of us die



Entire song is

 

[ReasonableMatic]

"Sitting at the table, planning - plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon"
Styles P is a streetpoet forreal

 

[the cac mamba]

you should take the cross off ya neck, and pray to jesus
im breakin every rapper up in 80 pieces :jayfdup:

 

[Super Future Luther King Jr.]

"My Pops came from Bedstuy
My Mom came from AFRICA
I'm ALL nucca, if you know what I mean"

Can't believe this wasn't said




"I was out robbing Mexicans
6 in the morn"

 

[kareem929]

[Styles P]
I don't give a fukk who you are, so fukk who you are
I don't care about a pretty bytch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shyt, I'm ten steps ahead of nikkas
Shootin backwards, just for practice
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
I tell nikkas quick, suck dikk and get a Glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella screamin
Jay (what the fukk) spendin mozzarella