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the people - styles p lyrics

[intro: jadakiss]
diabolical word play
it’s only the mixtape ladies and gentleman
sour and chambers, my n*gga, save your applauses
(green lantern drop that sh*t)

[verse 1: jadakiss]
this is for the black ra*dio, n*ggas that play c*lo
always on the d*low, with dreams of a kilo
it’s nice if jordan hit the jumper on craig ehlo
show a stranger love hate on a brother we know
a lot of n*ggas got k!lled because of their ego
either over a b*tch or a couple of c*notes
it’s rough in the g*h*e*t*t*o
got to learn how to hear no evil and see no
i spit nothing but acid like amino
still good for your skin though like aveeno
honeys be amazed how my hershey kiss ring glow
miss being with my grandmother playing bingo
whole album is crack not just the singles
its garbage if u put it on your tongue and it don’t tingle
i still be in the hood n*gga i let the thing go
bullets gone burn but the razor gone sting though
do this for n*ggas in coxsackie in a swing yo
got a team out in louisville like patino
k!ll you in 88 minutes like pacino
connects show me how to play dominos and pokeno
21 n*gga i’m robbing all the casinos
name ring bells from rikers island to chino
little n*ggas with choppers hopping out the camino
who ever didn’t get hit evacuated the scene yo
you know that i don’t f*ck around let your team know
or one day when you’re out of town i’ll let your queen know
i mean what i say, and i say what i mean yo
send you to the hospital first then your spleen yo
and i ain’t trying get funny money i need mean dough
n*ggas can’t f*ck with the god come clean yo
i sh*t on n*ggas dreams yo, kiss my ass
[verse 2: styles p]
this is for the black ipid*od, n*ggas who still kid*ar
those up north in the yard on the bid*ar
whoever throw a 50 of weed in they cigar
couldn’t except when the jets got brett fid*ar
true new yorker need money like a*rid*ar
get out of ya place and your face a get skid*ar
use to blow weed with big out of the jid*ar
ya man could get pluck like a string on the guitar
you could be this year’s bird and get k!lled*off
if i’m on the road it’s me busy and hit hard
real ironic that i get busy and hit hard
hop in the big ass van and drive fiz*ar
real hood n*gga so never call me a stiz*ar
more like the sun and the moon ask the giz*ard
can’t understand tight jeans big skid*ars
n*ggas look half way g*y mad bizarre
buck shot daily i’m up in the juice bizz*ar
nice on the mic like cool g, kane, and izzard
4*4 bulldog i’m knocking a n*gga rib off
12 gauge shotgun tearing a n*gga lid off
kidnap a girlfriend dropping a n*gga kid off
connect with the bricks they droppin a n*gga sh*t off
drop top then get it popping when it skid off
louch, kiss, and me is the best who wanna spit off

- styles p lyrics

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