see I survived Made the best of My Life Verse 2 [Styles P] I?m a man so I shed tears For my homies in the jail and my dead peers Lot of blood dropped
about? I'm in the club doin' my two-step, I pulled about 8 broads already I'm just getting my feet wet But I ain't even knocking yo style 'Cause I'd
in my life and I'm trapped in the desert I never seen a honey sweeter, won't stop till I get her cause I need her, my senorita Chorus: Puff Daddy (singing
niggas just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my
my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows An' if the freaks get illy I smack the.... Whole days of my life are spent inside my
your chest It's a life, it's a style, it's a need, it's burlesque E-X-P-R-E-S-S Love, sex, ladies, no regrets E-X-P-R-E-S-S Love, sex, ladies, no regrets
wonder how could I not enjoy life, I'm re-living my childhood Big chain monsta, whip game bonkas Monster truck remind him of Tonka Diamond F color, plush gold still gutter My
stay low You know my style babe bro, yeah, make dough Manicure, facial, face glow, fuck it if you say so I keep you P.I., that's how we break hoes We
you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P I M P Not what you
poem for the many gun-slingers R&B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers My style is perhaps one of the foulest I inhale large clouds of smoke through my
schemin' so don't wake me bitch, 'cuz I'm dreamin' 1-8-7s on bitches in my head, nigga up snorin' like fuck, sleep in fear Cock my nine and I'm out
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto
makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up Will he style like this everyday I parlay Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay V.I.P., my
[Havoc] 1 2 1 2 [Prodigy] Yo however do u want however do you need P My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality You walk a fine line playin
[Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh
I don't mean Vince, Purple label and purple Porsche... I look into the sky life, my life And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights. Blowin'
[Havoc:] Told you I got you my nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz [know why you in that top 5. [Styles:] This is my livin nigga [Havoc
[answering machine beeps] [Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like
