like me. Who you know is fly as me. Get like me. Who you know got chicks like me. Who you know dat spit like me. You ain't shit like me. Get like me.
You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (
by the P, living comfortably Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet Y'all sour me
rrring like a mobile phone, I'm a seven-up but need a coca-cola loan, I'm in the hood like I'm James Evans, cashmere hand-made sweater, me and money got
's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E. this, P.E. that Fist in the air, proud to be black Now they got static and you run like
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G Word on the street girlfriend, he's stingy Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling I'm dreaming, somebody pinch me My presence
Peter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what? Soundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what? Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what? And KNS like what? And Uptown like
like to savor it And while the niggas try to down it I like to save my shit See, brew's a must to me, so put your trust in me Yeah, I'm a stone-cold alcoholic
it I'm going get it See I ain't hard to find, you need me? Look me up They call me Silk the Shocker But you can call me Mr. Hook It Up I got the hook
got it, I'm going get it See I ain't hard to find, you need me? Look me up, they call me Silkk the Shocker But you can call me Mr. Hook It Up I got
at the crossroad, that's Vacation Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ like Now niggas wanna look like
game no more, niggaz gon' respect me I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li So don't test me, or the boy S P 'Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin' blood
favorite drug, get me high Like the skies above, yeah Feels like I'm in love, I'm so high You're my favorite drug [Styles P:] Stoned as usual; pickin
like a peacock My nigga locked up, but yea they still on P cock Too dangerous, me and my nigga Kiss Shine more than the stones on babies wrist The fifth jump like
text that said "p, please get up" some light shining brightly outlining my shit up the penthouses, the homes, the cars, the chains the stones, the admirers, mini-me
in Peru, in hair/here like shampoo Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu Get CREAM like
