Run Cities

We Thugs (my Niggas)

All for one, one for all. This is motherfucking beautiful. Talk to 'em baby. . This for the cold D's that won't snitch. For the murderers that won't miss.

Y'all Don't Wanna Fuck

f/ M.O.P.. . [Styles]. My style's louder than a stereo. Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers. then show up at the burials. I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and.

The Life

My life. Pharoahe Monch. Ayatollah. Holiday Styles. Double R. Rawkus Records. Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand,. Let 'em try, let 'em try now.

Soul Clap

[Verse 1]. I'm a drink 'til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday. I'm a go and celebrate and hop on the ass. That's one more chance, Dick Frank White ain't dead.

Styles

Yeah, Holiday, Gary. I don't want why'all to compare me to niggas no more. Unless they got a case pending. Unless they poke somethin' up. Unless they keepin' it real gutter, why'know.

My Brother

I'm not the only one living here,. Please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone. One!. . [Styles:]. I just wanted to speak to him. I got too much words.

Nobody Believes Me

today's narrator, the Ghost,. This is a true story ladies and gentlemen. You might not believe it though. But fuck it, that's why I'm the Ghost. . I'm about to open up.

Outro

Fly, robin fly. Fly, robin fly. Fly, robin fly. Up, up to the sky. . Fly, robin fly. Fly, robin fly. Fly, robin fly. Up, up to the sky. . Fly, robin fly.

Life Is A Cirlce Of Pain

(Answering machine): I'm not the only one living here,. please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone. One!. . (Styles): I just wanted to speak to him.... I got too much words....

Listen

I gotta few things I wanna ask the Lord. Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me. And why's it so rough when you're young and black. They say you go to jail or get strung on crack.

Intro

Yeah yeah, what up my niggas. You know who it is?. It's your nigga, Styles. Holiday, the Ghost Pinero. . I go by many names. I'm just happy to be doin' this motherfuckin' album.

Lick Shots

[Styles]. Lick a shot for the predicate felons. And gangster niggas that know that. Doing their time is better than tellin. Don't tell dog, lick a shot for the graveyard shift.

Good Times (i Get High)

"I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high. I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high. I get high on your memory, high on your memory. HIGH on your memory".

Holiday

Yeah. L-O-X nigga. It don't stop. It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin. Motherfuckers. . [Styles Paniro]. You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth.

I'm A Ruff Ryder

Talk, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose. A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze. Chew niggas out they shoes, what. Come and fuck with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin' the news.

Dedication (skit)

I like to dedicate this mother fucking album,. To my brother,. Who's gone but he still here with me,. No matter where you at we always together,. No matter where I'm at we always together,.

Get Paid

Can Holiday get some of this motherfucking paper around here please?. Shit, I'm fucked up. I ain't the lyin' type. . Can I get paid. I'm just tryin' to make some cash.

Glitter Hits

( First Part ). . Mama said,. Be nice with cops and policemen,. Be nice with all those kids you hate,. Your life is not too complicate.. ( Thats Right! ).

Can You Believe It (real Version)

Can You Believe It - Styles P. [Styles P & Akon talking]. What up John (testing one, two, three). What up Kon (hey convict music). Let's go (can you believe it).