~! 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 drug (you
But they think that they know what you do and what you don't Where you live, what it cost, what you gettin' for a show Who your girl, where she from, what you
block we got too much sunning now lets examine what you thinking, running run too hard, you might tear ya meniscus and if you try to run up you only get
you think technique is meaning You might find me very simple You might think that images boring Cars and cans and chairs and flowers You might find
And everybody say, say I know you, I know you I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta
rap was too cool, but this one is too damn hot You wack rappers think you hot when you not All this I talk slick shit as if you really did shit Thinkin' you
you want it, the man or the mice way? Talk 2 of these karats, call me in tha mornin' have an ice-day I stay in more leather than Andrew Diceclay You might
, envy but cake will do Fuck tha game, don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules, stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy but cake will do So you think you
you think you got the shit in? You gotta get in where you fit in, bitch Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass bitch Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can
In the ghetto, you think life is hard Food stamps and to' up cars Wall to wall dirty orange carpet Sittin in a bucket, hopin you can start it And ride
case You go under, six feet underground You gets no love from the Oaktown I drive my top everyday like a movie star Drive around all night in old towed up cars And if you
never cater to you hos And if you ain't fuckin' I say, "Later" to you ho's So if you bitches gotta plot You better get gonna get shot fuckin' with Short
credit cards Got clout turn ?em out, you got bitches You say you?re not fake, but I?m telling you this is The City of Dope, might be your world Get
knows you well Sellin you a trip to a place called hell You never even thought you'd get hooked Starin in the mirror, scared to look You think about life
I spit, spit acid, L O X Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told you the pain was comin' You wouldn't listen You tried to play me like
EXPRESSION! We have the freedom of CHOICE! And you, Chinese, black, green, purple, Jew, YOU have the right to listen to whoever you want to, and even
order everything you can have what you like, asking if you leaving with me, you gonna say you might, then we gonna wake up in the morning thinking about tonight. i think
is lethal So if you want to battle then my words will eat you Just put your back out, should?ve knew I?ll beast you And I am my own writer, I don?t use