Agallah, Champ M.C. - Do U Know My Style lyrics

Yo whattup, this the real right here
Comin to you right here is the realest shit
Tef MC, word up, ayo Champ
(This goes out to my homeboys Onyx n shit
And my homeboy 8-Off yo
Yo 8, bring that funky track in)

You wanna make noise
Go and get your boys that got the toolbox
I gets down to the rhythm of the hip-hop
C-H-A-M-P remains the same
I flip some shit to put a hole in your brain
Hot damn
I know you thinkin that bitch is bad
Writin fat shit whichyou never had
Man but fuck it, you walkin in the wrong path
You know the half
I put a whooping on a nigga's ass
Give me a minute, fuck a second
I lick a shot suckas stare
I got beats that? for the hip-hop
Once the mic's in sight, I can't be stopped
Step up in my path?the
Door will get unlocked?
Another problem child, a wicked bitch
I leave you dead, stinking in a ditch
Temper then marks my tracks in the park
People ain't supposed to run
The streets after dark

Do you do you know my style?
Do you know my style?
Do you know my muthafuckin style?

What type of bullshit you on
I'm smokin a?decent?
You got 20-20 and you still can't see this
Fuck self destruction
I have a sense of emotions
I feel the pain when my chrome is toasted
Just like Das EFX, ayo, gimme that microphone
So big up, niggas and bitches, listen up
New face, new style, new bitch, new child
Ha ha haha, how you like me now?
I roll mound for mound, pound for pound
Showdown for showdown, Set It Off like PE
And now I got to shut em down
You on my shit nigga, I'm a bad bad bitch
Ayo can I get a witness?
You want a father? Lord can't?
The naughty by nature
I take it to your fucking face if
You got a problem with us
I got stacks and Glocks for the hard rocks

I'm a black female in my twenties
My dream is to rock a party
On stage and get money fuck that
I can't do that without the mic in my hand
I got plans, words is bond
I'm double banned
I break it down and I freak it in my own way
And love is gonna get you when
Your life runs out of pay
?Buddha out breaker? when the
Nigga pull the trigger and his job damn man
I came to understand where you come from
Get the job done
Want to see if the niggas don't want none
Why is that when others are
Just as real as them?
With the baggy pants and the timbalands
But then again we got alot of mad
Dough so we got alot of friends
I gotta put this shit to an end
Enemies is the worst policy
Eyeing me, why keep trying me, huh?