[Verse 1: Styles P]
Another small time cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant (Uh-huh)
Always seem pleasant, happy to be present
Said he past due, he shouldn't have been in the essence
Streets is your girl, treat it like your wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but death ain't right
Hold your breath, next step ('Cause what?)
Life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph' ain't tight (What you gon' do?)
Styles hit the dark side, show 'em the light (What? Yeah)
Co-defendant to the ice that freezes emcees (Come on)
Friend of the flame (Yeah)
Burn 'em in one game (What?)
Tell oxygen to not hoppin' in
But he a lil' time n***a, I ain't thinking of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretched up worse than them (Aight)
Been experts and did less work than them
With no album, we net worth more than them (Uh)
These cats didn't think that The LOX could do it
Got a hundred different styles that'll guide you through it (N***a)
I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid
That'll crack sidewalks and rise the sewers
You got some fly shit (What?)
But my shit (What, what?)
Is like the whole city falling out the sky, bitch, loud crash
I'm the quiet loud ass (Yeah)
Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass (Why not?)
Make six digits eight and cop a palace (Aight)
Make every rapper sick and call me malice
Y'all n***as would never know what the Styles have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a coward's back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that? (Uh)
Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track (Uh)
Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black (Uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Who's not to be fucked with?
That's me
Who's to be fucked with?
That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they wanna flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to 'em new style or old fashion?
Who's not to be fucked with?
That's me
Who's to be fucked with?
That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they wanna flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to 'em new style or old fashion?

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Do I have to break down the walls, tear off the floor?
I'm the general, dog, I start the war
Make every emcee (What?)
Never spit again when I leave 'em empty (Empty)
No guts (Guts), no chest (Chest), no brain (Brain), no game (Game)
If styles go broke, I'ma rob the four train
I feel no pain, steal cocaine (Aight)
Puff black bags and run through whole gangs
Any time that I want it, n***a (Any time, n***a)
Better listen (Listen)
The blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician (I'm the magician)
Styles is the virus, ain't no physician (Uh-huh)
With an anecdote that can stop my collision
Before you start asking, I'ma start splashin' (What?)
When I come through (It's like)
It's like ten planes crashing (Crash)
Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of 'em is bastards (Uh)
Masked up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
What's the next issue? Shit get official
Call Steven Spielberg, cop skin tissue
So you could rock a disguise when feds come and get you
Next question is where NASA at?
We need a hundred jeeps that fly when traffic's packed (Fifteen hunnid)
Bustin' down on the crabs with plasma gats
Tellin' you right now you can't fuck with Pinero
I make a lot of space when it seem real narrow
Sagittarius style, spittin' out arrows (Uh)
Hundred at a time, killin' a hundred heroes (Uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Who's not to be fucked with?
That's me
Who's to be fucked with?
That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they wanna flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to 'em new style or old fashion?
Who's not to be fucked with?
That's me
Who's to be fucked with?
That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they wanna flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to 'em new style or old fashion?
Old fashion (Yeah)
Good right there, right? I mean...