Roux - Sample] I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand [x2] Styles P: This is for
getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresh than a muthaf-cker Lil n-gga bigger than gorilla Cause I'm killing every n-gga that
like a f-cking garage, yeah this hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for this the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for I'm still counting what
fucking striking We got a lot of rappers striking Standing by the harvest for fruit Waiting for the fruit to ripen We run up on niggas and jack them for
Tryna follow my style, don't get dizzy muthaf-cka what you know 'bout [Pharrell] Jerseys with the stealers, thats really raw 20 n-ggas on four wheelers, thats really raw Going
like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist Bang bang bang bang, house gang, chainsaw Here to kill you p-ssy's, don't ask what we came for I write til
ringing my bell, ding song It's about two in the morning Hey yo G, what the Hell's going on? It's just another case of that old P.T.A. But never the
is hitting Yeah, ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kickin' flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers For the burner, catch a body I got styles
pone muy dificil Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil Chain gang, gang bang P, P, P, P
the hood, it's been a long drought Show you what this gangsta-killa Cali is all about Klack for the niggaz that bangin' it in the city and Klack for
[La Roux - Sample] I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand [x2] [The Game] Let
for the, yes for the 5th dog for the course Whatever man Mother fuck thing Get down for the course Whatever man Mother fuck thing We on a mission, get down for
Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant, Jay-Z, Mystikal P. Diddy, Allen Iverson, Snoop Dogg, DMX Styles P
do this for a livin' Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?" We give for they knew who
I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch Check the crown of the rolie from the flick to the wrist Six figures ain't enough for this game that i'm in
leaves me empty Gas me to diss me, I swear to God you'd have to kill me Turpentine fda approved tactics Styles invade for thin skinned rappers I bust
strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off wit my own rhyme 'cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like
my style This is rush hour traffic, first one to merk off It's like clockwork, first to get ya work off I'm the workhorse, Killa Bee performer Pro darter
