.[Verse 1: Styles P]
Shifty, low-down, gritty, and grimy
Like Fredro -- f-ck it, I get the bread though
I'll take the nine and buck it up at your head, though
I'll run your jewels, you do it because I said so
Ride around the hood with n-ggas that let the lead go
I would never .
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