My Style

[Hook: Inspectah Deck] My style, sick as the plague Hold ya head, like I'm trimmin' ya fade Now witness the raid, Rebellion, spittin' them blades That'll tear ya "Face/Off" like Nicolas Cage In the brick maze, ain't slept in six days Trippin' off a spliff of haze, rollin' trip trays I need, one followed by zero, he's some kinda hero Analyze This, like DeNiro [Inspectah Deck] I'm not the man, I'm just one of the men You don't wanna cross me, I'm like a hundred & ten Truck Turner burning the steel, child style working the mill Like I still kill, serving them crill Can't stop til I'm splurging a mill', gorilla lurk in the field With my lean on, swerving my wills Full time with the grind, like nine on the limb Lone Ranger, so I don't conspire with them Got men that'll fire the sem', see me sliding with the diamond Like four or five of them, inside the Benz It's the, main event when son slip through Old timers recognize, with the young kids too Damn right, I'm still 1-6-Ooh Young G out to get his due, you can't fit his shoe In the hood like graph' on the wall, snatchin' it all Niggas hate me, I'm just, having a ball Yeah y'all, still hang in the halls, or macking them broad Or at the fiend house, bagging a raw And I'm alright, sending y'all a kite Boss tight with the mic, y'all call it a night It's the, gener-al, keep backin' them off Backin' more, throw it down like Shaq in the fourth You a cartoon in back of The Source, I clap off And the, strongest quake couldn't match the force Disrespect me, the eagles'll squeeze, my peoples is G's Who put the work in and breeze in the D's Keep several TV's in the V's, now wise men speak in degrees Had you leaking with ease, fools [Hook]