Style
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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

SP I'm the closest thing to poison it is
You think you hot, I'ma boil your kid
You think you cool, I'ma throw you in the river wit some cement shoes
You could sleep with the fishes
Niggas actin' funny so I gotta keep it movin' I don't speak to the bitches
We could handle this like gangstas
Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker
That money get dropped off, so do he
Right off the booth of his mama' building
Feel the drama building
Told why'all niggas don't fuck wit P
I said fuck rap and a verse
I get down like the bishops, wit the way you clap at the hearse
I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of verc
I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac
Wit niggas that'll take twenty a body, the shottie will handle that

[Chorus:]
Styles
Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost
Styles
Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go
Styles
Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse
Styles
Pullin the three, cockin the four
Styles
We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy the option is yours, see'mon

I smoke weed 'cause the future is grim
I'm knockin' this ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz
My lil man been runnin' since the shootin' begin
Why'all niggas talk about cases of Crist'
I talk about cases where niggas get life of the shit
And your girl visit two years, mom come forever
But near one of your mans ain't right wit his shit
But like corn I'ma flip, smokin' weed influenced by the fix
And old timers with the toolies by the hips
So come and creep wit me
And I ain't lyin' when I tell these motherfuckers
That I got the streets in me
One felony, wit two cases beat
So be about your business when you come and beef wit me
I got coke for sale and I got dope for sale
If you want to cop some work you oughta come and speak wit me

[Chorus:]

Why'all niggas know my name, but you don't know my style
What make it all ironic is the shit is the same
Keep a milli in the coat, puffin on the chronic
In the hood wit my niggas that's distributin' 'caine
If your man get bodied, number one rule is you body somethin' back
Then live with the pain
Young guns of this shit, so when I get hit
I'ma yell Sheek and 'Kiss let's finish the game
I got discipline and dedication
I'm the boss of the S N F, that's the Shootin Niggas Federation
Light a blunt and get cloudy wit me
Go get your gun and get rowdy wit me
It's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the four
Don't you ask me what I'm robbing you for, what
'Cause you was talkin' big money
And I'm a little broke and I'm a firm believer in equality dog, what





[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

Overall Meaning

In the song "Style" by I.W.G.P, the artist is expressing his unique personal style and warning others not to compare him to other artists who lack authenticity. He declares himself as "the closest thing to poison" and warns other rappers to stay away from him if they want to avoid confrontation. He claims to be a member of the Shootin Niggas Federation and expresses his dedication to his craft. He also boasts about his criminal exploits, such as kidnapping and extortion.


The song contains a lot of references to gangster culture, including talk of killing people, dealing drugs, and beating up rivals. These references are juxtaposed with the artist's clever wordplay and rhyming skills. Overall, the song is a powerful and menacing expression of the artist's unique style and worldview.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, Holiday, Gary
Introducing the artist and their associates


I don't want why'all to compare me to niggas no more
Asking people to stop comparing the artist to others


Unless they got a case pending
Except if they have a criminal case pending


Unless they poke somethin' up
Unless they are involved in illegal activities


Unless they keepin' it real gutter, why'know
Unless they are truly hardcore and gangster-like


SP I'm the closest thing to poison it is
The artist considers themselves to be the most deadly and dangerous person around


You think you hot, I'ma boil your kid
If anyone thinks they can compete with the artist, they will be severely punished


You think you cool, I'ma throw you in the river wit some cement shoes
Anyone who thinks they are cool or above the artist will be executed in a gruesome manner


You could sleep with the fishes
Similar to the previous line, the artist is willing to kill anyone who crosses them


Niggas actin' funny so I gotta keep it movin' I don't speak to the bitches
The artist is surrounded by people who are potentially double-crossing them, so they have to stay alert and avoid women who might be spies


We could handle this like gangstas
The artist is willing to deal with any drama in a hardcore, gangster manner


Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker
The artist is willing to use children as a means to get what they want


That money get dropped off, so do he
Anyone who doesn't deliver money to the artist on time will be killed


Right off the booth of his mama' building
The artist's crew is willing to kill someone in broad daylight in front of their own mother's house


Feel the drama building
The tension is mounting and something bad is about to happen


Told why'all niggas don't fuck wit P
People have been warned not to mess with the artist, as they are dangerous


I said fuck rap and a verse
The artist doesn't care about rap or music, only about their criminal activities


I get down like the bishops, wit the way you clap at the hearse
The artist is willing to kill anyone, even those who are normally immune like religious figures


I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of verc
The artist likes to get high on drugs and cause chaos


I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac
The artist is riding shotgun in a fancy car


Wit niggas that'll take twenty a body, the shottie will handle that
The artist is with people who are willing to accept money to commit murder, and their weapon of choice is a shotgun


[Chorus:] Styles Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost
Introducing the artist Styles P, claiming to be the most dangerous person around


Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
The artist is involved in robbery and criminal activities


Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go
Anyone who talks back or disrespects the artist will be killed


Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse
The artist is like a boss in the mafia, responsible for dead bodies


Pullin the three, cockin the four
The artist is arming themselves with guns


We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
Preparing for a serious conflict by securing their location


You could die today
Anyone in their vicinity could die at any moment


Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy the option is yours, see'mon
Anyone who disrespects the artist and refuses to comply will be killed, it's their choice


I smoke weed 'cause the future is grim
The artist uses drugs to cope with their dark future


I'm knockin' this ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz
The artist is casually getting high on someone else's expensive car


My lil man been runnin' since the shootin' begin
The artist's young friend has been on the run after being involved in shooting/murder


Why'all niggas talk about cases of Crist'
Other people only talk about expensive champagne, while the artist talks about criminal cases and prison sentences


I talk about cases where niggas get life of the shit
The artist is focused on real criminal activities and life-long prison sentences


And your girl visit two years, mom come forever
When someone goes to prison, their girlfriend only visits for a short time, but their mother will visit forever


But near one of your mans ain't right wit his shit
One of the artist's associates is unreliable and not trustworthy


But like corn I'ma flip, smokin' weed influenced by the fix
The artist is flexible and can adapt to any situation, while using drugs as an influence


And old timers with the toolies by the hips
The artist is with older gangsters, armed with guns


So come and creep wit me
The artist is inviting someone to join them in their criminal activities


And I ain't lyin' when I tell these motherfuckers
The artist is telling the truth about their criminal lifestyle


That I got the streets in me
The artist is born and raised on the streets, and it's in their blood


One felony, wit two cases beat
The artist has only one felony charge, and has beaten two other criminal cases


So be about your business when you come and beef wit me
Don't mess with the artist, they have a successful criminal record


I got coke for sale and I got dope for sale
The artist is actively selling illegal drugs


If you want to cop some work you oughta come and speak wit me
If someone wants to purchase illegal drugs, they should talk to the artist


Why'all niggas know my name, but you don't know my style
People might know who the artist is, but they don't understand their true criminal lifestyle


What make it all ironic is the shit is the same
Despite people not knowing the artist's real style, they are still successful in their criminal activities


Keep a milli in the coat, puffin on the chronic
The artist always has a million dollars on hand, and enjoys getting high on drugs


In the hood wit my niggas that's distributin' 'caine
The artist is hanging out with their criminal friends, distributing cocaine


If your man get bodied, number one rule is you body somethin' back
If someone kills one of the artist's associates, they must seek revenge and kill someone else


Then live with the pain
The artist is willing to die or suffer in order to avenge their associates


Young guns of this shit, so when I get hit
The artist acknowledges that they are young and will eventually be killed one day


I'ma yell Sheek and 'Kiss let's finish the game
If something happens to the artist, they want their associates to keep fighting and finish their criminal game


I got discipline and dedication
The artist is disciplined and dedicated to their criminal lifestyle


I'm the boss of the S N F, that's the Shootin Niggas Federation
The artist is the leader of a group of gangsters who are responsible for killing people


Light a blunt and get cloudy wit me
The artist wants someone to join them in getting high on drugs


Go get your gun and get rowdy wit me
The artist wants someone to arm themselves with a gun and be violent with them


It's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the four
It's time to get serious and violent, with the artist ready to kill people


Don't you ask me what I'm robbing you for, what
The artist is robbing someone and doesn't want to be questioned


'Cause you was talkin' big money
The person being robbed was bragging about how much money they had, so they deserve to be robbed


And I'm a little broke and I'm a firm believer in equality dog, what
The artist is poor and believes in equal opportunities, so they take from the rich


[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Repeating the chorus, emphasizing the artist's dangerous and violent lifestyle




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT
Written by: ANTHONY FIELDS, DAVID STYLES

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Comments from YouTube:

Svresh

There’s something aesthetically wonderful about all the shield members being grouped together

TheElite

Can you do this for every wrestling championship

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0:22 nice

Jayson Sawyer-Ware

Oh, really nice

APA.

I noticed there was no Chris Benoit ;-;

Wiguel

Even if Chris Benoit did win it, why would you want to acknowledge a child murderer

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Because he never held the wwe title, he held the world title

John Riley

All those great Champions...and Jinder Mahal and The Miz

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The Miz is a 2 time champ tho

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