son Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me Yo Marquis, you from Miami, man, why don't you show Mhese motherfuckers all the over the world the to live Style
wanna live or die, it's your decision Talk shit, you're dissin' I got you in my night vision Brain fragments on the street released Another nigga fronts hard, another
player to another, you know coastal How we do you know? Connect Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [Ice-T] Peace
all the hardcore niggas out there like this A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me, huh I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put
the hardcore niggas out there like this... (Radzay) A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh! I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone
and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style
large, know what I'm talkin' about? In the first two years I made about three hundred bucks Yo, this business sucks But I got another chance and I came
the fuck to do You might call it a gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang, the whole school was down And one way or another everybody
metal taped it to a stick Then a bullhorn sound that means it's time for chow My first prison meal the whole feeling was foul It wasn't quite my style
nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby Hands down, there will never be another one I been around, and I never seen another one Look at your style
damn face I never understood planned parenthood cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood taking refills of that plan B pill another shorty
raider Al Davis's? No nigga Tracy Davis The Eastside Long Beach greatest Criminal with style and boy you love that Sit back relax and let me drop another
I know you gettin' hype I know you wanna get up in it But I just wanna think about it for another minute I think I like your style yo Why oh why don
Intro: uh huh its another (one) i-am-the (one) darkchild mary (one) Verse One: them other girls that you done been with none of them
good, you lookin' great yourself I mean you shittin' on these bitches, you should hate yourself My style so cold I could skate myself But I go so hard
the remainder I push more weight then a personal trainer I get my gucci duffle bag and my hat off the shelf Im a stylelist of a star cause i style myself
here gettin' naked I don't judge her, I don't judge her, but I could never love her 'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and since she'll have met another
no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that "private plane clothes" I'm taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another