Stylin' On You

[Hook: Papoose] You mad cuz im stylin on you You mad cuz im stylin on you Man you just mad cuz im stylin on you Yeah you mad cuz im stylin on you [Verse 1: Papoose] I wake up in the mornin wipe all the lint out my hair Then I prepare what type of fly shit I'mma wear Hop in the shower, hop out, slip in my gear My chick on the stairs, walk around, switchin to rear I sit on my chair, hand on my chin, and just stare My vision is clear, they show me love isn't sincere These niggas is squares, they know I got the illest ideas Millionaires, I got enough wisdom to share They snitching out here, hip-hop cops friskin my peers These niggas in fear, how can I win if I'm in there? Mousse in my hair like "Pap, end these niggas career" I'm grinnin like "Yeah," hell, I'm sendin em there As soon as I got the check I let it flip when it cleared You a backstab, a snake, a prick in your ear Somebody need to pray for him I got him in my prayers That other nigga bout to die I'm puttin him in my swears [Bridge 1: Papoose] I got the hammer on my hip Ice on my wrist Drive a big whip And you ain't got shit [Hook] [Verse 2: Papoose] You's a test tube baby, hit your test tube up I see they gassed you, why you let em Amoco and Hess you up? I had the .38 special tucked Since Color Me Badd was singing "I Wanna Sex You Up" The cousin, the brother, the friend, I get you stuck Even hit the Godfather with a threatful pump Hit all of your step brothers and the rest you chumps Don't let your relatives get you slump I can't curse on the radio, but I'm 'bout to eff you up I hit the uncle, the aunt, and the nephew up You ain't even built like that but yet you tough When it go down I bet you duck I'm sick wit it, I'm a full blown cold, I'll mess you up You just a little sneeze, God bless you, chump Wet you up, tell em vest you up Whoever told you I don't do my thing in the streets they set you up [Bridge 2: Papoose] I gotta album fulla hits Work on the strip A phone fulla chicks And you ain't got shit [Hook] [Verse 3: Papoose] I keep my pants saggin hell of a style my gear matchin I ride the Caddy truck you ride in a band wagon The elevator take too long you can't catch it Chase you in your building and run up the stairs clappin' What's the reason niggas be thinkin it can't happen? I show and prove, he show-and-tell, your man braggin' She look right her jeans so tight she can't fasten And she popped the zipper squeezin her bare ass in Turn my music up real loud yeah blast it My style's so nasty I'll give you a eargasm Saliva on your face cuz you really don't care Try to act like you cryin you got spit in your tears Send your team into crisis you niggas is scared I ain't gotta be the one to get ridda this queer I bet you one of them other niggas kill him this year And he gonna die like a coward cuz he livin in fear [Bridge 1] [Hook]