Brooklyn's Finest movie - Stylin lyrics
rate meyou mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
man you just mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
yeah you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
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I wake up in the mornin wipe all the lint out my hair<br>
then I prepare what type of fly shit imma wear<br>
hop in the shower<br>
hop out slip in my gear<br>
my chick on the stairs<br>
walk around switchin to rear<br>
I sit on my chair<br>
hand on my chin and just stare<br>
my vision is clear<br>
and show me love isn't sincere<br>
these niggas is squares<br>
they know I got the illest ideas<br>
millionaires<br>
I got enough wisdom to share<br>
they snitching out here<br>
hip-hop cops friskin my pits<br>
these niggas in fear<br>
how can I win if I'm in there<br>
mousse in my hair like Pap<br>
end these niggas career<br>
I'm grinnin like yeah<br>
hell I'm sendin em there<br>
as soon as I got the check I let it flip when it cleared<br>
you a backstabber a snake a prick and you win<br>
somebody need to pray for him I got him in my prayers<br>
that other nigga bout to die I'm puttin him in my swiz<br>
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I got the hammer on my hip<br>
ice on my wrist<br>
drive a big whip<br>
and you ain't got shit<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
man you just mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
man you just mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
yeah you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
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yous a test tube baby hit your test tube up<br>
I see they gassed you<br>
why you let em Amoco and Hess you up<br>
I had the .38 special tucked<br>
since Color Me Badd was singing I Wanna Sex You Up<br>
the cousin the brother the friend I get you stuck<br>
even hit the godfather with a threat you punk<br>
hit all of your step brothers and the rest you chumps<br>
don't let ya relatives get you slump<br>
I can't curse on the radio but I'm bout to f you up<br>
I hit the uncle the aunt and the nephew up<br>
you ain't even built like that but yet you tough<br>
when it go down I bet you duck<br>
I'm sick wit it I'm a full blown cold I'll mess you up<br>
you just a little sneeze god bless you chump<br>
wet you up tell em vest you up<br>
whoever told you I don't do my thing in the streets they set you up<br>
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I gotta album fulla hits<br>
work on the strip<br>
a phone fulla chicks<br>
and you ain't got shit<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
man you just mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
man you just mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
yeah you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
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I keep my pants saggin hell of a style my gear matchin<br>
I ride the Caddy truck you ride in a band wagon<br>
the elevator take too long you can't catch it<br>
chase you in your building and run up the stairs clappin<br>
what's the reason niggas be thinkin it can't happen<br>
I show and prove he show and tell your man braggin<br>
she look right her jeans so tight she can't fasten<br>
and she popped the zipper squeezin her bare ass in<br>
turn my music up real loud yeah blast it<br>
my style's so nasty I'll give you a eargasm<br>
saliva on your face cuz you really don't care<br>
try to act like you cryin you got spit in your tears<br>
send your team into crisis you niggas is scared<br>
I ain't gotta be the one to get ridda this queer<br>
I bet you one of them other niggas kill him this year<br>
and he gonna die like a coward cuz he livin in fear<br>
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I got the hammer on my hip<br>
ice on my wrist<br>
drive a big whip<br>
and you ain't got shit<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
man you just mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
you mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
man you just mad cuz im stylin on you<br>
yeah you mad cuz im stylin on you <br>
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