Styles P
Styles P - Shoot Niggas lyrics
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Yeah! FUCK niggaz! Grease whattup? Vacant Lot I'm a EXPOSE these bitches! You don't like me SET IT! This ain't for the radio, nor for the video This is for the nigga with his banger by his shitter hole Comin out the box crazy bear cause his shit is swole Ready to roll, no holds barred Gettin amped up, just lookin at his old scars Yeah, you know it's on when the real nigga hatin you No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you He the type to break the blade off in you Fuck a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree Paintin niggaz burgundy, put 'em to surgery Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency S.P. is back, call the state of emergency Nigga get the N-G-O's, shit you bend in your rolls The men in your holes, all of my foes All you smell is gunpowder then the scent of a rose, what! Shoot niggaz, cut niggaz, fuck niggaz, what niggaz Butt niggaz really shouldn't bop, you strut niggaz Firearm touch niggaz, light him like a dutch nigga Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up nigga Fuck all these niggaz, let 'em die slow Pistol-whip somethin 'til you break the raw{? } snow Shoot a nigga throat out, hawk him in his eyeball Let that nigga burn for tryin to run through this firewall New world order, Raw Buck, S.P. Twin tec ninas leave him wetter than a jet ski I'm the rawest rookie, fire me where the vest be I got a awkward offense, but I got the best D Greatest man alive, no I'm not E.S.T. Hoppin out the Nestle Crunch, color S.E. Nod to the anthem, I'm a ride with the Phantom Whether we in the fuckin Who-Ride or a Phantom Real niggaz to feel it, fake niggaz'll fear it I been with the real and I break fake niggaz spirits All bear witness the truth nigga I got no remorse, and I never been hesitant to shoot nigga Trust me, you don't really know who you fuckin with The gun is called Dick, won't you go ahead and suck it bitch E'rybody fly, actin like a fuckin bitch If you ask me then e'rybody's a fuckin trick Let me ease up, these niggaz ain't G'd up They more like E'd up, once that I re'd up Shoot him in his face, while he rollin his weed up You rap with security, you pussy If you sell crack with authority you pussy Nigga can't run a block cause them niggaz'll run over you Probably wouldn't jump, if they threw a gun over you You ain't built for what you talkin about You unworthy, oughta get hawked in your mouth I got a white boyfriend that woulda called you a poser Got a nigga in jail that woulda made you a dosier You a wack-ass rapper nigga, fuck it it's over Yeah, you know who the fuck it is I got a story to tell If you don't know it find out about it, bitch! Nobody eats no more, hardest out point blank period You don't believe me send all the motherfuckers at once YEAH! WOOF!