pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
fukk you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfukker
SP'll spin the corner while you prolly within
I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dikk, and I dont give a fukk what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fukk you can get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all nikkaz ain't sayin shyt until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fukkin get it
A nikka that'll smack ya, fukk around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfukker
SP'll spin the corner while you prolly within
I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dikk, and I dont give a fukk what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fukk you can get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all nikkaz ain't sayin shyt until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fukkin get it
A nikka that'll smack ya, fukk around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper