Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
 Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant
 Always seem pleasant
 Happy to be present
 Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence
 Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife
 You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
 You can mess around with guns but death ain't right
 Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right
 If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight
 Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light
 Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
 Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game
 Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in
 He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him
 Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them
 Been experts and done less work than them
 With no album, we net worth more than them
 These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it
 Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it
 I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid
 Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers
 You got some fly shit, but my shit
 Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch
 Loud tracks
 I'm the quiet loud ass
 Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass
 Make six digits eight and cop a palace
 Make every rapper sick and call me malace
 Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have
 Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back
 In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that?
 Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track
 Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black

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 (Jadakiss)
 Who's not to be fucked with?
 (Stylez)
 That's me
 (Jadakiss)
 Who's to be fucked with?
 (Stylez)
 That's them
 Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?
 (Jadakiss)
 And if they want beef later on I splash them
 (Stylez)
 And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
 Should I give it to them new style or old fashion

 (Stylez)
 Do I have to break down the walls
 Stay off the floor
 I'm the general dog, I start the war
 Make every m.c. never spit again
 When I leave 'em empty
 No guts, no chest, no brain, no game
 Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train
 I feel no pain
 Steal cocain
 Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs
 Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen
 Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician
 Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician
 With an anecdote that can stop my colission
 Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing
 When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing
 Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards
 Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
 What's the next issue?
 Sheek did official
 Called Spielberg, cops get tissue
 So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you
 Next question is where nasa at?
 We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad
 When we down on the craps
 We plasmic gats
 Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero
 Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow
 Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows
 Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes

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