Stylez)

Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish

Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant

Always seem pleasant

Happy to be present

Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence

Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife

You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe

You can mess around with guns but death ain't right

Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right

If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight

Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light

Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s

Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game

Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in

He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him

Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them

Been experts and done less work than them

With no album, we net worth more than them

These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it

Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it

I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid

Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers

You got some fly shit, but my shit

Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch

Loud tracks

I'm the quiet loud ass

Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass

Make six digits eight and cop a palace

Make every rapper sick and call me malace

Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have

Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back

In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that?

Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track

Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black



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(Jadakiss)

Who's not to be fucked with?

(Stylez)

That's me

(Jadakiss)

Who's to be fucked with?

(Stylez)

That's them

Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?

(Jadakiss)

And if they want beef later on I splash them

(Stylez)

And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them

Should I give it to them new style or old fashion



(Stylez)

Do I have to break down the walls

Stay off the floor

I'm the general dog, I start the war

Make every m.c. never spit again

When I leave 'em empty

No guts, no chest, no brain, no game

Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train

I feel no pain

Steal cocain

Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs

Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen

Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician

Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician

With an anecdote that can stop my colission

Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing

When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing

Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards

Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in

What's the next issue?

Sheek did official

Called Spielberg, cops get tissue

So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you

Next question is where nasa at?

We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad

When we down on the craps

We plasmic gats

Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero

Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow

Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows

Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes



Chorus x2