yeah...street cred...r stylez...niggaz betta know...killa city 2 murda mitten...get ya face straight bitch...haha...lets go...

[verse 1: street cred]
I'm from apart of Brooklyn where it's hard to sleep, yo
Coz there's more violence here then a circus freak show
Even though… its New York nigga's still carry heaters
Only thing that changes is Hoodies to Wife beaters
wit a 9 millimetre...locked in a stash box tin
They’ll have you duckin an’ dodging like Bernard Hopkins
Nigga's is crazy like Bishop in that movie Pac's in
Call the fire Department ... coz i'm spittin straight fiyah
I'm winnin 'Against All Odds' like that joint from Mariah
Ya'll try ta...act like you gangsta, real hard and rep the hood
When Ya'll aint seen the likes of Compton, Watts or Inglewood
Rappers gettin cocky and showin lack of respect
And if your one of them better protect ya neck
To put it simply… ya’ll don’t wanna diss me
Or I’ll start instigating some shit like Swifty
The Marcy Projects is where I be roamin
You aint good enough to claim my throne and
Just like R-Stylez sig ... This bizz is for Grown Men

[hook: R Stylez (street cred)]
stop frontin like u doin thangz (you aint doin shit mayne!)
you frontin like u ownin thangz (but you aint bought shit mayne)
frontin like u sold drugs (but aint neva even spelt bud)
frontin like u a thug (but would cry at tha sight of slugs)

[verse 2: R Stylez]
from killa city to murda mitten they hate sumtimes
boast like they got shit but theirs dont stank like mines
moved outta nicks and dimes tha kid on dat new key shit
movin grams of lean got my enimies scared like a bitch
they ready to snitch but know me so they dont speak
imma westside detroit youngin out here reppin my streets
yall know who i be, bootleggin mixtapes everyday like payday
rolled through tha hood at sixteen bumpin "mayday"
so run now cuz u know i dont say shit and dont follow through
i be spottin u like red inna pool of purple and blue
my lyrics are rude like big booty hoes at a poker game
started as a lame so my predacessors glad i came
puttin yall to shame like jada did to 50 cent name
preparin my fame wit tha new and improved G-M-B gang
unlockin doors dat determine my fate a nigga bout his
young and restless but tha actin is srictly grown man bizz

[hook: R Stylez (street cred)]
stop frontin like u doin thangz (you aint doin shit mayne!)
you frontin like u ownin thangz (but you aint bought shit mayne)
frontin like u sold drugs (but aint neva even spelt bud)
frontin like u a thug (but would cry at tha sight of slugs)