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アーティスト:Styles P  作詞:DOWNES GEOFF/MARCELLINO GERALD/STYLES DAVID  作曲:DOWNES GEOFF/MARCELLINO GERALD/STYLES DAVID 

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Styles P Talking: "Yo I rock the f**k out. I dont know bout everyone else" Verse 1 - Styles P Whatever we dont make, we gona take mof**ker. Get this straight and fix your face. I aint gotta sell millions. Im in the buildins with poppy comin thru with them bricks by eight. Listen cocksucker and clown Ill be leaving you cut. Youre like a dutch hound, bustin ya down. Niggaz driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back. Be the only damn way Ill be f**kin around. And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin you duck So i can bust you in the head when im buckin tha pound. And I told you that Im holiday Styles Lets celebrate. Heard you gettin money, Ill rob you right now. And you gon get popped in the head. True Story. Crips do they thing in blue, bloods pop off in red. Me, I'm on the move only stopping for bread. Double R and D-Block nigga, copper and lead. Whaddup! Styles P Talking: "Stay in the zone" Verse 2 - Styles P I dont know why the f**k you amped yo. Got hoodrat bitches carryin birds on the public transpo. Niggaz in the hood that go out like Rambo. They hot since 138th had that??? Young Buck, Dumb F**k Two Gunz up, ride or die til the suns up. Gangsta and a Gentleman dogg, I got class, Ima send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue. Ill be down south bendin a whore (Ten in the morn)Pretendin im


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