Текст песни Ghetto Dwellas - Style is Ill
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[Chorus](4X)Aiyyo they gots to like the styleYEAH, CAUSE THE STYLE IS ILL[Verse 1: D-Flow]I stomp a fool out till he`s done completelyAnd scream his whole crew out, none of y`all clowns can see meI`m like the shadow when you room at night you doomed and aahaightPlus I`m high like a kite, cause the booms are rightI`m one o` them g`s that be creepin` a fellon never sleepinYou wanna be tough then I`ma call ya bluff and leave ya leakinSee I been tested by a lot emcees WHUT MAN WHUTKeep your mouth shut and put up some G`zPlease, I`m all about gettin cash sonCome on I do my thing, that first swing was ya last oneI got snuffed and you got rushed that nigga try to come offAnd he`s soft like Afro PopsNuff respect due to the +Good Fellas+ crewWatch me come through with the check one, twoI mention dudes that put dips and foodOn the mic I hold my own and I`m known for legend crewsI`m mobb dee and off a pound of smokeNiggaz that clown and joke get a three pound down they throat[Verse 2: Party Arty]I get hyped when I hear a bassline through the grapevineI don`t waste time to write a great rhymeSo mess around with the Uptown Nina BrownI waste rounds and I leave niggaz face downYou better act like you know, when the flavor`s goodAnd wear a vest, when you step to my neighborhoodCause I`ma show you who`s the boss, sonWhen it comes to a battle "yo Party Arty never lost one"So bring ya crew cause it`s not a fair fightIf you didn`t hear right my shh is butter like Greg Nice[Chorus][Verse 3: Party Arty]Name: Party Arty aka Arthur SheridanFear no man with the hands I`m like +Conan The Barbarian+I smack clowns and act wild I put ya rapstyle and crack vowsTo make you put the mic back down, BACK UPCause rugged styles is what I come withNiggaz talk hardcore but you far from itYou want it, I gots to give it to ya whoo-yaahShadow nigga ya hurt manShot you seven times with the German Lug-aahPass the bugga, I wants to get high kid "Why kid"I can`t stop smokin till I die kidBut I`m still that fly kid that everybody knewFrom around the block, representin with my crewSo don`t be shocked cause now you see me comin throughIt`s the GHETTO DWELLAS and Good Fellas is the crew[Verse 4: D-Flow]I`m catchin bodies on this track like in Vi-etnamChumps keep come I`m showin emcees how to make the bombFreestylin you clowns be wildin watch `em get whippedWhile I set trip like I`m on the IslandSpittin wayses in niggaz faces I`m never frontinMy rugged ain`t nothin but murdercases[Verse 5: (Party Arty) D-Flow](You can`t face this)I`m near this(You should entangle)Keep thinkin I`m jokin and get bust open from every angleParty what up?(Tell me what you want D-Flow)It`s time to get buck(So why you up that blunt D-Flow)You know clown, how we go down in real drama, chillCause I`ma take another pull from this scamaWord to mama my rugged flavor is too much for yaYour style is rare and you square nigga touch for yaBest kept secret, watch me freak itFlow is on the move Ghetto Dwellas, fool, now peep itThe Style Is Ill so chill and feel that highThis is the real deal so hum and get done sty[Chorus]And to my son baby Flow, you know ya style is illAnd to Lil` ?Main? and Bro, you know ya style is illAnd to the Diggin In The Crates, you know ya style is illTo the Good Fella crew, you know ya style is illAnd to the brother (?), you know ya style is illTo my brother MTV, you know ya style is illTo the nigga A.G., you style is illAnd to the Zulu Nation, you style is illLike that y`allGhetto Dwellin sicknessStyle is illWord life