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Shhh (Two guns up mothafukka, Two guns up mothafukka (overlap))
Real shyt...Styles P shyt..
If P want you dead, I ain't comin' wit nikkas
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got something to pour
That's that old school shyt
I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang nikkas over the clouds
And I heard you say you rich
So you can't get lower than Styles
Kill everybody dead just so no one can smile
Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while
Biget I rock, ever since my nikka was shot and my other nikka
Will shoot shyt I'm tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My nikkas hustle from first to first
Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
Pack in your sock, crate at the back of the block
With a fein watchin' for NARCS till the shyt get dark
We hop in the hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a bytch, we lookin' for a brick
That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
Catch me OT gettin' sixty a shift
Holidy Styles, nikka I ain't nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the shyt, that be under your feet
And the only time I front is with a blunt in the beak
To show nikkas that I'm nice and they ain't fukkin' wit me
styles p >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Real shyt...Styles P shyt..
If P want you dead, I ain't comin' wit nikkas
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got something to pour
That's that old school shyt
I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang nikkas over the clouds
And I heard you say you rich
So you can't get lower than Styles
Kill everybody dead just so no one can smile
Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while
Biget I rock, ever since my nikka was shot and my other nikka
Will shoot shyt I'm tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My nikkas hustle from first to first
Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
Pack in your sock, crate at the back of the block
With a fein watchin' for NARCS till the shyt get dark
We hop in the hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a bytch, we lookin' for a brick
That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
Catch me OT gettin' sixty a shift
Holidy Styles, nikka I ain't nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the shyt, that be under your feet
And the only time I front is with a blunt in the beak
To show nikkas that I'm nice and they ain't fukkin' wit me
styles p >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
styles flow be like water get deep and you drown
you saying styles is autistic? 
that being said
nah breh, the retard who's made this thread 4372834789 times. all he does is:
. time after time after time after time
