Lyrics:
Styles Of Beyond Hey You

time Hey You! I came to take what's mine Hey You! If you think I'm stepping aside Then your losing your mind Losing your mind [Verse 1: Ryu] You see

a problem. Hey, we done solve 'em, and quick, we'll squash 'em. Don't know me, buck you, when you got beef, but you also got to clone styles and

takin no shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma

Hill star Quick look around, you can't hide you just might die right where you are Audio X, we gonna your blow your head up Synthetic flows, they gonna make you

do this Chi-town style, Illadelph You know how we get down, you know the business Bringin' it straight to your chest Yessah, hah, yeah, break it down, one, two When you

You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know it's Jay-Z When Internet ask you who's the best, why won't you say me? Don't you hate me, c'mon baby

One time, yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain

'd rather be the wonder That you made, though I've been told It's the way you move, the way you talk That makes you who you are But I'm not gonna let

the park like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto You're bitch made like Dorothy You belong in a soroioty, I'm gonna call you