Party Arty - Style is Ill lyrics

[Chorus](4X) Aiyyo they gots to like the style YEAH, CAUSE THE STYLE IS ILL [Verse 1: D-Flow] I stomp a fool out till he's done completely And scream his whole crew out, none of y'all clowns can see me I'm like the shadow when you room at night you doomed and aahaight Plus I'm high like a kite, cause the booms are right I'm one o' them g's that be creepin' a fellon never sleepin You wanna be tough then I'ma call ya bluff and leave ya leakin See I been tested by a lot emcees WHUT MAN WHUT Keep your mouth shut and put up some G'z Please, I'm all about gettin cash son Come on I do my thing, that first swing was ya last one I got snuffed and you got rushed that n***a try to come off And he's soft like Afro Pops Nuff respect due to the +Good Fellas+ crew Watch me come through with the check one, two I mention dudes that put dips and food On the mic I hold my own and I'm known for legend crews I'm mobb dee and off a pound of smoke n***as that clown and joke get a three pound down they throat [Verse 2: Party Arty] I get hyped when I hear a ba**line through the grapevine I don't waste time to write a great rhyme So mess around with the Uptown Nina Brown I waste rounds and I leave n***as face down You better act like you know, when the flavor's good And wear a vest, when you step to my neighborhood Cause I'ma show you who's the boss, son When it comes to a battle "yo Party Arty never lost one" So bring ya crew cause it's not a fair fight If you didn't hear right my shh is bu*ter like Greg Nice [Chorus] [Verse 3: Party Arty] Name: Party Arty aka Arthur Sheridan Fear no man with the hands I'm like +Conan The Barbarian+ I smack clowns and act wild I put ya rapstyle and crack vows To make you put the mic back down, BACK UP Cause rugged styles is what I come with n***as talk hardcore but you far from it You want it, I gots to give it to ya whoo-yaah Shadow n***a ya hurt man Shot you seven times with the German Lug-aah Pa** the bugga, I wants to get high kid "Why kid" I can't stop smokin till I die kid But I'm still that fly kid that everybody knew From around the block, representin with my crew So don't be shocked cause now you see me comin through It's the GHETTO DWELLAS and Good Fellas is the crew [Verse 4: D-Flow] I'm catchin bodies on this track like in Vi-etnam Chumps keep come I'm showin emcees how to make the bomb Freestylin you clowns be wildin watch 'em get whipped While I set trip like I'm on the Island Spittin wayses in n***as faces I'm never frontin My 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 angle Party 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, chill Cause I'ma take another pull from this scama Word to mama my rugged flavor is too much for ya Your style is rare and you square n***a touch for ya Best kept secret, watch me freak it Flow is on the move Ghetto Dwellas, fool, now peep it The Style Is Ill so chill and feel that high This is the real deal so hum and get done sty [Chorus] And to my son baby Flow, you know ya style is ill And to Lil' ?Main? and Bro, you know ya style is ill And to the Diggin In The Crates, you know ya style is ill To the Good Fella crew, you know ya style is ill And to the brother (?), you know ya style is ill To my brother MTV, you know ya style is ill To the n***a A.G., you style is ill And to the Zulu Nation, you style is ill Like that y'all Ghetto Dwellin sickness Style is ill Word life