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Styles P That Street Life

Woods & ad-libs] Living that street life (living this street life) That hood life (out on the corner) Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life

me, my summers sweet Kiss my mother feet Hate just makes chop em as they creek Life forever sweet Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets

Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That

know niggas would fuck around And say we tried to steal your style Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that

[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

, you know [Verse 1] It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches) It's a couple rappers that's kissing (bitches) It's a lot rappers thats tripping

[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

for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit Niggaz try to front on us, cock that

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 green, thats